Honesty

This morning,  I went running.  Running under the wide open sky, there is no filter.  Religion in my opinion is a filter between my Divine Beloved and me.  I want a direct connection.  This morning there was only that honesty…my sweat, my pain, Spirit’s beauty all around me.

Sometimes Spirit is brutally honest  – the dead fawn decaying and its horrible stench, the turkey buzzard misunderstood, cleaning up this mess made by a speeding car, the rattlesnake poised, watching me warily, ready to strike.  Sometimes my body is also brutally honest – the stink of my sweat, the pain in my knee, the truth of my body growing older.

And other times, Spirit and my Body agree to rejoice.  My sweat is just enough to cool me under Spirit’s gentle breeze, the ground feels softer and my knees feel stronger. Spirit sings to me as cicada song and rustling leaves.  Spirit gifts me with the smell of bee brush before a rain.

There is too much ugliness in this world lately. Too much hate and racism and anger. My soul cries every night.  Some days I can barely climb out of bed.

But when I run across the hot Vulcan sand, smell cow shit, wake up to dog slobber, I feel whole.  I need these solid truths.

I’m going to stick to worshipping my Divine Beloved in the sunshine, under the stars, in the creek bed, and ALONE  or with kinder souls- unfiltered, honest.