Gd worked six days and the took a break. No matter if you believe in this story of creation or not, the fact that a rest day is built into an entire culture is pretty amazing. However, on a Homestead or farm it’s very tempting to work seven days a week. Chores like feeding animals,Continue reading “Homesteaders Need a Day Off”
Currently we are unable to join together in our houses of worship and other groups that feed us spiritually and emotionally. During this time we need to nurture our Inner Light more than ever. During this time we will have a prayer service each Sunday at 10 A.M. Central Standard Time. This invitation to prayerContinue reading “Invitation to Live Online Universal Prayer Sundays at 10 A.M. Central Standard Time”
I’ve had allot going on in my life lately. I’ve had significant injuries, illness, and family heartbreak. While we have been quietly preparing for spring my mind has been silently contemplating all the experiences of the past five months while my heart has staved off an inkling of coming doom and an upturned world. LittleContinue reading “Hope Still Lives”
My sweet old hen Cordelia is dieing. She has a fatal chicken condition know as water belly. Basically, her liver is shutting down coupled with congestion heart failure. She’s an indoor hen now that her mate Kang is gone. She has no one to protect her while roaming the farm. I’ve had to take overContinue reading “A Death Well Lived”
For the child me, grace was an incongruent concept to the shame and destructive seed of self doubt and loathing sown into field of my tender heart. The concept I had of grace was in short of big old lie that tormented me endlessly with fear and disconnected my soul from the Oneness of the Infinite Divine.
To me, this is universal meditation at the core. This concept, with or without a particular religion, has the capacity to create true change in our world for the better. The choice to include or exclude the Divine from daily practice is a personal choice.
Prayer got me no where. I was left feeling resentful, angry, and like I was sending off letters to Santa Clause at the North Pole with no hope of ever hearing a reply. I was a ministerial major and I had stopped praying.