I’ve been down with a cold that left, but then roared back as the flu and to make things worse, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself. I’ve been sleeping a lot or laying on my couch, looking out the window at the two large, protective pines and my ash tree friend, Silvine, bare to the branches now, except for about ten thousand seed clusters. I don’t know if it’s possible to start an ash tree from the seeds, but I’ve gathered some and if I ever land somewhere where I can plant trees, I’m going to try.I was thinking about the personal/impersonal question this morning—who are we to the Creator of all life? And how are we supposed to learn the answer? How do we have a personal relationship with God if there are millions of universes? (There likely are, because once the creating ball was rolling, how would it be stopped? “Let’s see; I’ll keep creating until the edge of . . . what?” There are no edges.) And think about it: If we’re so important to God that he comes to Earth to show us the way Home, it’s also likely that other ‘people’ exist on some of the billions of planets out there and that they are important to God, too.

I wonder if any of them struggle as much as we do with making peace, not war, and including other people in our circles of love versus counting them as enemies. Why is it so easy to say, ‘God loves me, but not you.’ Or, ‘I don’t care who I use or hurt on my climb to success.’ Why is owning the most land and stuff so important that it trumps everyone and everything else? (And, according to many Native Indian tribes, the earth, the water, the land, and its plenty, belong to the Creator, not us. That is true spirituality.)

Will our instinct to ‘grab up’ eventually attract other warrior-beings to Earth who will fight us for our planet’s resources? Or, will we make a group shift in consciousness—a new, expansive way of being, knowing that everything we need has always been available to us (and everyone else) and always will be? Food has been sent from ‘the heavens’ before. With a conscious relationship with our Creator/Creating, perhaps we, ourselves, will create from ‘the air’ what we really need to live.

We have soul-connections with God, however we see Him or Her, however never-ending the universe is, but we have to slow down and ask the important questions, “Who am I? Where do I come from? And why am I here?” Seeking, we find.