Just Look Out the Window — 02.13.37

Guiding Thought

The Peace of God is stronger than my self-constructed obstacles to it. I open my mind to Holy Communion with the Divine. Brought to union with God, obstacles crumble. Peace stands victorious. I am that Peace.


We have moved today, from our home environment, to a 3 day stay at the ocean. With a 3rd floor room, we have an awesome view of the ocean, and the limitless sky, and of course the sun. We just watched the sunset. And there were no obstacles in the way, no trees, no houses, no power lines. It is an unobstructed view clear to the horizon. Perhaps the Peace of God is like that. No obstacles.

I went for a walk, and found a potential path to the beach. I followed it for a while, through sand dunes covered with grasses, and bushes. I did not get up high enough to see the waves. It is low lying topography here. I gave up the struggle before I could get to the beach. I am sure the rustic path would get me to the beach eventually, but I wanted to get back before sunset.

That rough path reminded me of my struggles to find the Peace of God, when all I had to do was look out the clear window, to see the manifestation of the light of God in all its glory. No obstacles.



2 thoughts on “Just Look Out the Window — 02.13.37

  1. Day 37 Peace – Mary

    At the beach, I stand before the glass door looking out at the ocean. Water.
    I see sea grass, shrubs and sand. Earth.
    The door is open and I breathe in the fresh sea breeze, there’s so much here. Air.
    The sun is setting as God paints the sky in a vivid kaleidoscope of quickly changing colors that my camera cannot begin to capture. Fire.

    Back at home, I sit by the sliding glass door to the deck and the back yard. It’s been raining. Water
    I see autumn chrysanthemums blooming, a few colorful leaves still cling to the trees which cling to the soil in the adjacent forest. Earth.
    Here, too, the door is open and I breathe in the fresh fall forest fragrance. Air.
    The sun is setting as God paints the sky with an entirely different palette of colors that can only be witnessed, not described. Fire.

    No matter where I go, or what my activities are, I am always surrounded and embraced by God’s elements, I am at union, in holy communion with God. I’m not always mindful of that fact, but that doesn’t make it any less so.


  2. Journey of Peace – Day 37 – Lita
    The Peace of God is stronger than my self-constructed obstacles to it. I open my mind to holy communion…
    This consciousness process, regardless of the tradition, seems to me to be a process of cleaning, removing layers.
    It will soon be the one year anniversary of my mother’s death. We are still sorting and clearing, but there seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel. The rawness of her absence has lessened and my emotional attachment to her belongings has loosened their grip. Clutter does not inspire peace and we are looking for the lightness which comes from a free and open space. We are getting our house back and the space is on its way to our imagined intent.
    Of course my avoidance and procrastination to cleaning and sorting are my self-constructed obstacles. They mirror my avoidance and procrastination to the actual work of conscious connection with the Divine Me. Funny how that works: the outer and inner mirrors reflect back on one another.
    Time and incremental attention have a piece in this opening to space and Peace. Something very sweet has been happening in the middle of cleaning and sorting, both with my mother’s belongings and my inner process. It is the layers, the layers, which when peeled back, come off more easily. Items (stuff) and constructs of identity, which I think I have to keep, are no longer serving their purpose.
    As I let the layers go, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” becomes Bearable. This is my Holy Communion.


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