Everyday Spirituality

Everyday Spirituality

Timeless gender that makes us feel whole

posted by Cheryl Petersen
dad me tractor

Dad and me on the farm tractor back in the 80′s

Growing up on the family farm, I worked right along with the guys, never thinking much about gender until I was in High School when someone said I was gay. Fairly clueless, I had to ask what gay meant.

Getting the definition of homosexual, I thought this prospect through and came to the conclusion that I was Cheryl, nothing more, nothing less. My body wasn’t Cheryl, my human mind wasn’t even Cheryl.

I’d learned in Sunday School that God was my creator and I was the image of God, divine Mind, male and female. Gender, so to speak, is a state of divine consciousness.

The human mind will take ANYTHING, including gender and try to split it and break it down. I was not to be broken down into mortal elements so I confirmed in my mind that my gender can personify both male and female qualities.

I continued working on the farm, operating heavy equipment. I also didn’t bother attempting to blend into the girly talk in school centered on fashion, frills, and fluff. The boys accepted me as a participant in bike racing and wood shop (which I had to convince the counselor to let me sign up for instead of home economics).

The boys never really interested me as serious partners, and when I paid attention I discovered there were plenty of us individuals, both sexes, that didn’t think we had to have a partner.

High School and College were graduated from and it was simple and natural to meet a man who later became my husband. Then, after years of still working on the new family farm, I got pregnant.

Pregnancy was a shocker to say the least, and plunged me into gender thoughts. However, the knowledge that God is the creator dimmed my notions of wishing I wasn’t in that situation or that one gender was better than another. I focused on divine Mind, greater than my human mind.

After the birth, I’d hear:

“Is the baby a boy or a girl?”

I’d ponder, “Is there a difference?”

Sure, physically there was a difference when I thought about it, but to me, the baby, any baby, is the representative of Life, Truth, and Love. Not a sex organ.

When we fostered children years later, the ability to make decisions centered on the spiritual truth of us representing divine Mind, both male and female, allowed me not to get hung up on gender and background, which in turn didn’t create the need to get hung up on gender and background in the future. The children were freer to develop as a product of God, rather than a product of human beings.

Physical bodies are temporal and therefore not good representatives of Life, Truth, and Love, or even of our self. They don’t need to become the object of our expression.

The divine consciousness is eternal and personifies all the qualities associated with male and female and we can freely express this Mind to a greater extent each day.

 

 

 

 

Zen kitty talks about the weather

posted by Cheryl Petersen
hyacinth in Seattle

hyacinth in Seattle

I curl up on Cheryl’s lap, glad she has returned home from her trip out west.

She showed me pictures of flowers that are in full bloom in Seattle. Then we looked out our window here in upstate New York, at snow on the ground!

The difference in weather is so dramatic, one can’t help but wonder if what the physical senses immediately see isn’t limited. Is there more to contemplate?

We read in 21st Century Science and Health, “Human beings do not deny the existence of good weather when a hurricane is raging. They know good weather will return. In like manner, it is profitable for human beings to accept the authority and power of divine Science to explain the effect of human mind on the body and establish harmony, though the cause is unseen. The sins of others should not make good people suffer.

“There are many proofs of the illusion of physical sense. For example, when driving on the highway, the paved road ahead sometimes appears to have water on it. The barometer points to fair weather in the midst of murky clouds and drenching rain. What about the body? Physical senses tell us the body is solid, but the body isn’t solid. Cosmic rays, neutrinos, radio and TV waves are zinging through the body as if it is transparent. The examples of illusive, unreliable appearances could go on. Life teaches us to correct what the physical senses, human experiences and imprints claim as fact.”

 

 

 

 

snow in backyard

Compromising with a list

posted by Cheryl Petersen

Cleaning-list-4After getting married, although I worked away from the home, I still was in charge of home care and cooking. After having children it was obvious my husband needed to negotiate because the house work was becoming a burden.

I began teaching my husband how to clean the house and do laundry. His cleaning abilities were minimal to say the least and I had to practice patience while teaching and re-teaching him how to clean.

It occurred to me that my husband’s perception of cleaning was different from my own. His goal was less “to clean” and more to “get a job done.”

Enter: THE LIST

When I see scum and dirt, instead of getting angry that my husband can’t see it and clean it, I simply write a list of jobs on a piece of paper. He sees the task on the list that needs to get done and cleans and crosses off the item.

From 21st Century Science and Health, “Mutual compromises or a prenuptial agreement will often preserve an arrangement which might otherwise become unbearable. Agree on a realistic intent of the marriage and share the responsibilities to meet that intent. As you both fulfill the different demands of your united spheres, you will feel supported, confident, and thus sanctify the union of wellbeing in which the heart finds peace and home.”

Feed My Sheep

posted by Cheryl Petersen

Shepherd show me how to go

O’er the hillside steep,

How to gather, how to sow,

How to feed Thy sheep;

I will listen for Thy voice,

Lest my footsteps stray;

I will follow and rejoice

All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,

Wound the callous breats,

Make self-righteousness be still,

Break earth’s stupid rest.

Strangers on a barren shore,

Lab’ring long and lone,

We would enter by the door,

And Thou know’st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold,

Tear or triumph harms,

Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,

Take them in Thine arms;

Feed the hunger, heal the heart,

Till the morning’s beam;

White as wool, ere they depart,

Shepherd, wash them clean.

written by Mary Baker Eddy

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