The deeper I drift into this world where Spirit lives, the more I find myself stopping mid-sentence.
My two worlds are becoming one – as it was meant to be, I am sure. It is unnerving, however, as I catch myself beginning to speak words that are unkind or judgmental. It’s as if I am, simultaneously, seeing the Spirit and the Human in someone. My words no longer feel comfortable as I speak them and so I stop. Folks look at me as if to say, “Spit it out, girl! Finish what you were saying!”
This is temporary, I am sure. I am no longer adrift, floating between these two worlds. I am not in one more than the other. They are becoming one and I am, albeit slowly, learning how that works. I am learning how to live this human life looking through Spirit’s eyes.
Scary, wondrous, mesmerizing. Here I am. Open, aware and ready to move forward.
I am grateful for every experience, no matter how weird it feels or how oddly it manifests to others. I am evolving. The simple fact that I recognize this as it is occurring is actually very cool and, yes, very scary.