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Everyday Spirituality

Everyday Spirituality

Zen kitty showed me all-presence

posted by Cheryl Petersen

I’ve blogged under the icon of Zen Kitty in the past. The cat was real and meant a great deal to me.

The other day, to my horror, I found Zen Kitty dead, ran over by a vehicle. Mortified, I carried him back to the house to bury outside in the pasture, his favorite meditation place. Tears blurred my vision. The entire rest of the day, my emotions were uncontrollable. I cried off and on constantly.

It was the image of the dead cat that stuck in my brain. I tried to shake it. I begged God to take it away—when I wasn’t throwing anger God’s way—why couldn’t God keep the cat safe?

My writing projects came to a screeching halt. They required inspiration, devotion, intuition, knowledge, none of which could be found in the immensity of grief that poured into my soul.

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I started cleaning out closets. Literally. I sorted through items that had been stuffed into closets over the past few years. Piles accumulated. A pile to give a way, a pile to recycle, a pile to throw away, a pile to find a better location for.

I decided to look at pictures of the cat. It was easy. I had a million pictures. I snapped the pictures when the cat was cute, entertaining, compassionate, every second. The bad image started to fade.

The next morning, I heard the thought, “Cheryl, it’s time to go back to your writing, you can do it.” And I did, with deeper meaning.

My conscience was struck. That thought, telling me I could do it, was exactly what my cat told me. Was this the new form of the cat? Or, had it always been the form? Because the furry form I’d typically attached to the cat was gone?

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Answers to those questions didn’t matter. The feeling of all-presence rubbed itself on me and I felt at peace.

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Bee stings and manure fertilizer

posted by Cheryl Petersen

Last spring, I planted a flowering plum tree out in the lawn and it’s been struggling all summer. Wanting to give it a little boost, I asked our neighbor, who has a gigantic pile of horse manure, if I could get some.

“Sure, help yourself,” she said gladly. I intended on spreading the manure around the base of the tree, so the nutrients could seep into the roots.

The manure pile is about a quarter-mile away, over a road and then a trail to the back of the woods.

The weather report was for rain yesterday, so I got my trusty wheelbarrow and shovel and started hoofing it to the pile.

Once I got on the trail to the back of the woods, it became dark because looming rain clouds were forming. Thunder was in the background.

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When walking between the trees, I felt myself breaking through spider webs. A spider was hanging from the edge of my straw hat. I wiped the spider away and wiped the webs off my face then decided to move a fallen tree out of the path.

manure around treeAfter parking the wheelbarrow, I started breaking branches off the old fallen tree and throwing them out of the path. Then I felt a sting. Then I heard buzzing and felt another sting.

I started running out of the woods and could still hear buzzing. Are the bees following me? No, there was a bee caught in my shirt, near my shoulder.

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By now, I was on the road. I threw my hat off. I felt another sting on my shoulder. I striped off my t-shirt.

Not wearing a bra, there I was in the middle of the road, nude from the waist up. Modesty flew out the window due to a little bee. It took another ten seconds for that bee to find its way and fly out of my shirt.

I reluctantly put the shirt back on, not really caring if a vehicle came by. I looked back into the woods and thought, “Forget it. I’ll leave the wheelbarrow in the woods tonight and go home.”

Then I rolled my eyes. I’d been reading a book by Robyn Scott, “Twenty chickens for a saddle,” about life in Africa. There was no whining when it came to snakes, scorpions, and getting bucked off horses. Plus, I remembered an idea from Science and Health about how God created harmless creatures.

I walked back into the woods, pushed the wheelbarrow to the pile, got the manure, pushed it home, shoveled it around the tree and rain came pouring down.

 

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Rest rather than sleep

posted by Cheryl Petersen

With all due respect for a good night’s sleep, I fail to see why sleep is automatically credited as the producer of rest. It’s a bit misleading.

Sleep is a state of unconsciousness or oblivion. Not exactly the best ingredients for rest. I’m only rested when I have a peaceful consciousness. Anyway, some people who sleep a lot, can be real couch potatoes. Restless to do nothing.

On those nights when sleep alludes me, I think on spiritual rest. I struggle to rest my thoughts on spiritual truths of justice and compassion.

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The qualifications for Communion

posted by Cheryl Petersen

Questions are posed today to people who profess to love Jesus: If that Godlike and glorified man were physically on earth today, would you reject him?

Would you deny him the rights of humanity if he entertained any other lifestyle or religion than yours?

Would you deny him the Eucharist?

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Zen kitty showed me all-presence
I've blogged under the icon of Zen Kitty in the past. The cat was real and meant a great deal to me. The other day, to my horror, I found Zen Kitty dead, ran over by a vehicle. Mortified, I carried him back to the house to bury outside in the ...

posted 7:01:06am Aug. 29, 2015 | read full post »

Bee stings and manure fertilizer
Last spring, I planted a flowering plum tree out in the lawn and it’s been struggling all summer. Wanting to give it a little boost, I asked our neighbor, who has a gigantic pile of horse manure, if I could get some. “Sure, help ...

posted 8:55:14am Aug. 23, 2015 | read full post »

Rest rather than sleep
With all due respect for a good night’s sleep, I fail to see why sleep is automatically credited as the producer of rest. It's a bit misleading. Sleep is a state of unconsciousness or oblivion. Not exactly the best ingredients for rest. I'm ...

posted 8:30:45am Aug. 17, 2015 | read full post »

The qualifications for Communion
Questions are posed today to people who profess to love Jesus: If that Godlike and glorified man were physically on earth today, would you reject him? Would you deny him the rights of humanity if he entertained any other lifestyle or religion ...

posted 8:12:25am Aug. 12, 2015 | read full post »

Bones and crayons
I was listening to some people argue over whether or not stories in the Bible are true. I tilted my head and grinned, thinking of something better to do like wash the windows. Archeologists have found some evidence to validate historical ...

posted 8:42:58am Aug. 06, 2015 | read full post »

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