I guess I would call myself a seeker. I am always looking
for Answers, for Understanding, for Clarity. I want to know if there is a
design and if so, a purpose in that design. I look up into the nighttime sky
and think it would be ridiculous to think otherwise. There is definitely something.
I seek by listening
to wise people or those considered spiritually enlightened. I seek by reading,
reading, reading, not only fiction but reading for the truths that lie somewhere in
most every author’s work. I am curious about their truth.
I work at not being judgmental. I work at not being around judgmental
or negative people. Those that my mother would call a “vexation to the spirit.”
She would advise me to nod at the good in them and move on. That was excellent
advice.
I try to remember beauty by surrounding myself with it.
This doesn’t mean I stick my head in the sand. It just means I try to sidestep
violence if I can. There is enough difficulty around us every day without using
it for entertainment. I try to remember beauty by watching that which elevates
thought and by reading that which does the same. I remember beauty by being
still.
I know all of this sounds rather esoteric. So be it. It has
become my philosophy. Let me be the first to say I’m not entirely successful in any
of this. Hardly. I guess it will always be a journey.
If I am indeed made of “star stuff,” I want to honor it.
