The Space Between Here and There

Have you ever thought about the space between here — and there?  The beat of time between the tick and tock of the clock (assuming you still have a mechanical clock).  The silence between spoken words?

For example, you are sitting in front of your computer, reading the electronic pulses that form on the screen.  Your eyes (and brain) interpret those impulses as letters that form words, sentences and meaning.  As you sit in front of your computer, your eyes are physically about two feet away from the screen (unless you are extremely near-sighted but that doesn’t change my analogy).  What occupies that space between your physical body and the computer screen?

That is the space between “here” and “there.”

It is empty space, just because a physical object does not occupy it? Or is it full of something else that we can’t decipher with our five senses?

Those questions are the subject of a new book called Dance With the Divine.  A fictional story about a teenager who was lost in her small world of misery, anger and loneliness, until she discovered that her world was actually much bigger and more wondrous than she ever imagined.  Once Haven discovered that other world, her life tilted on its axis and she stepped into the space between her past and her future.

You will not find Dance With the Divine in the bookstores.  It only exists in the digital world – from Amazon as a Kindle book.  Don’t worry – if you don’t own a Kindle, you can still read the story on your pc by downloading the program “Kindle for PC.”  ! Do a search on Amazon for Dance With the Divine then enjoy a new way of looking at your life!

You have only to step into the space between here — and there, to find what you have longed for since birth.  To know Who You Really Are and to live as that person.  Only then will your own dance with the Divine begin!

God Lives Under the Bed

A friend of mine forwarded this heart warming story. It had no author’s name or indication of ownership.  The message is a gentle reminder to us all that living in the ego’s shadow makes our life small, while trusting God like a young child make us whole.



I  envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives  under his bed. At least that’s what I heard him  say one night.

He  was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I  stopped to listen, ‘Are you there, God?’ he  said. ‘Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the  bed…’

I  giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room.  Kevin’s unique perspectives are often a source  of amusement. But that night something else  lingered long after the humor. I realized for  the first time the very different world Kevin  lives in.

He  was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a  result of difficulties during labor. Apart from  his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few ways in  which he is an adult.

He  reasons and communicates with the capabilities  of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will  probably always believe that God lives under his  bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the  space under our tree every Christmas and that  airplanes stay up in the sky because angels  carry them.

I  remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is  different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his  monotonous life?

Up  before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop  for the disabled, home to walk our cocker  spaniel, return to eat his favorite  macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to  bed.

The  only variation in the entire scheme is laundry,  when he hovers excitedly over the washing  machine like a mother with her newborn  child.

He  does not seem dissatisfied.

He  lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05,  eager for a day of simple work.

He  wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils  on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late  twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his  next day’s laundry chores.

And  Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That’s the  day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a  soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate  loudly on the destination of each passenger  inside. ‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go! ‘ Kevin  shouts as he claps his hands.

His  anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on  Friday nights.

And  so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend  field trips.

He  doesn’t know what it means to be  discontent.

His  life is simple.

He  will never know the entanglements of wealth or  power, and he does not care what brand of  clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats.  His needs have always been met, and he never  worries that one day they may not be.

His  hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as  when he is working. When he unloads the  dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is  completely in it.

He  does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and  he does not leave a job until it is finished.  But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to  relax.

He  is not obsessed with his work or the work of  others. His heart is pure.

He  still believes everyone tells the truth,  promises must be kept, and when you are wrong,  you apologize instead of argue.

Free  from pride and unconcerned with appearances,  Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt,  angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always  sincere. And he trusts God.

Not  confined by intellectual reasoning, when he  comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin  seems to know God – to really be friends with  Him in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’  person to grasp. God seems like his closest  companion.

In  my moments of doubt and frustrations with my  Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in  his simple faith.

It  is then that I am most willing to admit that he  has some divine knowledge that rises above my  mortal questions

It  is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one  with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my  fear, my pride, my circumstances – they all  become disabilities when I do not trust them to  God’s care

Who  knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never  learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in  that kind of innocence, praying after dark and  soaking up the goodness and love of God.

And  one day, when the mysteries of heaven are  opened, and we are all amazed at how close God  really is to our hearts, I’ll realize that God  heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed  that God lived under his bed.

Kevin  won’t be surprised at all!

Your Life as a Snow Canvas

It snowed last night, a white blanket covering the ground’s flaws and blemishes.  Frigid cold made most animals curl up, but not the cat who visits our front porch every night to sleep.

When I found these tracks this morning, a random thought struck me.  We all make our own footprints in the snow cover that is life.  We are all given the same thing…a blank canvas on which to create.    The footprints we leave are just as telling about the way we live our life as the accomplishments, awards and accolades we manage to achieve.

So what do your footprints say about you?  Are they in a straight line, determined to reach a goal?  Or do they wander and merge, creating a messy area where confusion was the guiding force?  Either way, there is no judgment involved – this is just what you did in that moment.

The decisions you made in the past are revealing, but they do not guide your decisions today.  If something did not work out, you just discovered one way NOT to do it!  Dwelling on what did not work is guaranteed to ensure that you stay stuck in the past, and waste the opportunities before you in the present moment.

So how do you heal the wounds from the past, learn and grow from that experience?

Accept yourself as you were then, and send love to that past self.  You are not the same person now as when you made those decisions or took that path, so why do you want to condemn yourself?  There is so much more for you to create in the snow!

Look closely at the word s-n-o-w.  Do you see the hidden message? The word that can open the door to wonder, joy and love?  It is right in front of you, just like it always is…


You create in the moment of N-O-W.  Your footprints crunch in the snow and make their impression of your boot N-O-W. The path you take, whether straight and true or confused and circular, all happens in N-O-W.  Think of your path as millions of N-O-W moments, strung together and connected because of you.

Once you realize you are creating your life, moment by moment, the next logical thought is to ask yourself, “What do I want to create?”  That is the subject of future blog entries, but for now, accept the path of your life to this point, and know that you choose differently.

Your s-n-o-w canvas waits for your next step!

The Solution Lies Within

The solutions to the problems before us isn’t more money or fewer difficult people in our lives, because the only real problem is disconnection from God. Solutions come as we connect with a higher level of thinking and knowing. When we lift ourselves in connection with God, an entirely new realm of thought becomes available to us.”
–Mary Manin Morrissey, “No Less than Greatness”

For many, the search for happiness and peace starts with what is happening in your life – the people, events, and circumstances in which you live. The external world, if you will.  But you will never be satisfied by anything in the outside if you are not balanced on the inside.

How do you obtain inner balance? First, you must withdraw your attention from the external world, stop your mind from its constant chatter by mediation or prayer, and just…be.  Listen to the small, still voice that is always trying to communicate with you.   When you stop the inner noise and just listen, you will discover the most miraculous thing of all – that God has been waiting for you to just stop and listen!

You will also discover a universal truth that was there, waiting without judgment, for you to find it.  And once you discover this key to a happy and satisfied life, you will never be lost or lonely again.  The key to happiness lies simply in knowing that you are the only one who can let God into your life.

God has been waiting for you to open yourself and say “Yes!”

Practice remembering God.  Remember Him in the small, mundane details of your life and you will discover a secret known throughout the ages – He cares about it all!  Because He loves you – the complete, unadulterated, unfiltered, unpolished you.  Want to know why?  It is very simple – He made you. And the Creator of all things does not hate what He created!

So don’t look outside for the next new thing to solve your problems.  Go within and listen.  God is waiting to help you, but you have to open the door to let Him in.

Hello world!

I have joined the ranks of the many by starting my own WordPress blog.  But I have to wonder why anyone would want to read my words, my random musings about life or my insights gained from living on this earth for more than 50 years (when in the world did THAT happen?)

A blog is an blank canvas, waiting for inspiration, comedy, pain, anger or any other emotion you could paint on it with words.  The brush of life connects the globs of colored ideas to create a new twist, a sparkling idea of insight that takes your breath away.

Or at least, that is what I hope to invoke in my readers…

No one says it better than Julia Cameron, in The Right to Write:

“Valuing our experience is not narcissism…It is, rather, the act of paying active witness to ourselves and our world…As we attune ourselves more and more closely to the value of passing moments, we learn that we are something of moment ourselves.”

Won’t you join me in my journey to witness life?  And please leave your comments, suggestions and concerns.