Mindy Reflection #14

September 15, 2016

 

Santé Fe, New Mexico was a place I loved visiting. I was particularly fond of the Sanctuary de Chimayo. A little church, famous for its holy dirt. I couldn’t wait to get some dirt. I bought my container from the cleverly located nearby gift shop, and waited for my turn. The moment came, I kneeled at the little dirt hole and filled my container. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming feeling that I could ask God, or the Goddess in charge, for anything I desired and it would be given. In that same instant I realized that I was so filled with spirit, that there was nothing to ask for, nothing that I lacked. I loved that feeling and tried to recreate it daily. I wanted an unwavering connection to spirit, and that feeling of wholeness. Of course I failed. There’s not enough holy dirt in the world to alter my human condition. If my faith and connection never wavered, I wouldn’t try to reach for the stars. I visited the sanctuary seven more times, even though I had seen the truck delivering the magical, ever replenishing holy dirt. The sanctuary is my reminder of the ever changing journey of faith.

Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Please reload

Recent Posts

December 20, 2016

Please reload

Archive
Please reload

Search By Tags

I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!

Please reload

Follow Us
  • Facebook Basic Square
  • Twitter Basic Square
  • Google+ Basic Square

© 2015 :: All rights reserved :: The materials on this website may not be reproduced, distributed,

transmitted, cached,or otherwise used, except with prior written permission of MINDY SEEGER