I do not remember the sign being there. Candidly, I do not think there was a sign. The place was open if the door was unlocked, even when it was not. The warmth of knowing was found in the open door. Like many things, I am reminded of the conditional nature of things. There are hours, openings, and closings. As hard as it is, “What was will be again, what happened will happen again. There’s nothing new on this earth. Year after year it’s the same old thing.” (Ecclesiastes 1:9) It is this way until it is not.
Earlier today, I said goodbye to a friend. I wish I had been in the room with his daughters. I would have cried with them, sharing our collective awareness of loss and the enduring belief in hope. Even now, their father’s smile and twinkle in the eye are with me. I hear his voice, experience his trust, and know everything will be restored with the fullness of time. Life’s whispers are in a conversation with him, sharing guides for the day ahead.
Divinity is always open and present. When I slow down and let go of my fears, uncertainties, and doubts, I realise that Divinity has been with me in every moment. I often celebrate, knowing she had a hand in whatever is going well. It is in the darkness that I presume she has gone for a walk. I forget her commitment to me and assume there is a sign that says “Closed, come back tomorrow when you are feeling better.” There is a sign if I choose to take notice. “I am here. I will always be here. You are my child.”
Divinity is within you and me. There are no doorways to the place she calls home within my heart and soul. The path to knowing she is present lies in being aware and open. When I show up, she is already here. When I open myself up, she is always speaking. When I still myself, she shares an embrace and offers to support me.
