I've been meaning to do a post of the lake from sunrise to sunset for quite some time, and I finally got my chance.
The only thought I had about it at the time of taking them was how magnificent mother nature is. How breathtaking. But now, after looking through them, I realize what a perfect metaphor they are for the passage of time. The day begins and the day ends, and life is the same way. Here, in this place ruled by time.
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Lately it's been more and more on my mind- aside from faith, what do we really have that explains what to expect from a life after this one? I'm not asking about proof of a life after this one, because I know there is one.
I feel it in the wind when I stand on the rocky shore, I see it reflected in the clouds. I sense it deep within, and even all of you, the friends I've made here that I have never met, confirm this. We are immortal living spirits having an earthly experience...but where do we come from? And where do we go?
These are rhetorical questions for anyone tempted to tell me about Heaven or turning into energy, or the next dimension. All of which are fun theories, but the truth is- we don't know, because we can't remember.
Which begs the questions: If we don't know where we came from, how we got here or why, then maybe that's a big clue. Maybe we are not supposed to know, we are just supposed to experience. This life, right now.
These are just some ideas occurring to me at the moment. Being a seeker the notion that I will suddenly give up questing is pretty far-fetched.
But maybe, just for a little while, I will quiet my thoughts and just be.
