Friday, February 17, 2012
A Rose by Any Other Name
I sometimes have a very hard time praying to God. That is, when I seek out for the Light and call It “God” I feel more distant, more formal, and more fearfully subservient (thanks to some dark childhood experiences with that name) than when I nestle down into meditation/self-hypnosis/prayer and reach out for “Abba” or for “Spirit” or “Great Spirit” (following my Native American roots). I feel a distinct emotional difference in the ways I seek, and receive, the Light that I am trekking toward when I use different names.
When I’m happy, and I know it, I trek toward the Great Spirit (and feel the warmth of the sun on a golden autumn mountain meadow). When I’m distressed and seeking guidance, I hike up to Abba (and feel the safety and protection of a comforter). And, when I’m grateful for the beauty that I see all around me, it’s just one big, “Thank you, Pumpkin!” (And how fun is that?)
But, no matter what name I use, I know I am simply reflecting a different facet of the diamond.
When you reach out to the Light, what name do you use? God? Abba? Holy One? Father? Mother? The Universe? The Source?
Does it make a difference in your trekking?