Presence Sometimes we see our own presence. We might think it’s something outside us. Like God, Spirit, the Holy Ghost or something like that because it feels timeless, unbounded, forever, not from this world. But we’re just seeing (feeling really) ourselves stripped of descriptions, words and metaphor that tend to distract us from what really is. The authenticity of what we feel informs us of what really is.
It is odd that we see ourselves so!! In an infinite sort of way. My guess is we need each other. to see each other and to be in sync with each other in order to be completely present in this world at this time.
Forever We Are? If we were timeless, without beginning or end, what would this mean? We might be able to recognize something unique inside that’s always there and doesn’t change. It might be that loving, relaxed, totally accepted feeling of being-at-home most of us know. Sometimes it's an actual place. It feels like an anchor to things real and forever, always there when things are quiet.
