Am I from DNA molecules created by a roiling pool of ammonia, H2O, and carbon chains?
Or am I from fairies who brought me to the cabbage patch?
Could I be from reincarnations of a soul lost in Atlantis, or a seamstress in 17th Century Denmark, or even a Greek slave girl?
Was I delivered by the stork over the chimney tops and placed snugly in my little cradle?
Perhaps Gertrude and Donald dreamt of me for so long in their marriage that finally they wished it into being and nine months later, I appeared.
I like to think I am yet another pioneer woman in a long line of pioneer women in the Ellenburg/Pendley/Vogt/Bruggman lines.
Sometimes I giggle at what one neighborhood kid long ago taunted at me about my heritage, “A bird crapped on a rock and you hatched out, kid! Nahhhh!”
One vision that I’ve held since a wonderful youth church campfire is that I’m a child of God, loved and cherished in this Earth.
I know for certain that I may not know where I am from, but I know where I have been going.
I have been on a journey to tread lightly on this Earth, I have been on a quest to give my children and my students enough love and attachment to see them through. I have been seeking humor, fun and good merriment and passing it on too. I have been on a trail trying to find God (or the Spirit) in every person in my path through life. I have been working to find lasting friendships and keep them forever. I have been making time for loving, laughing, hugging, healing, cooking, playing, singing and making music, and did I mention LOVING. Well, it’s worth saying a few more times.
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Comments: 19
...and, I have always imagined you as a Greek slave girl. ;-)
This piece really got to me! The depth of your words are stunningly meaningful. Nice work.
Godspeed you on your journey.
Sending you many blessings of peace to you for today and always.
Namaste
I always thought what a nice person you must be;
Now I'm sure ot it!
Personally I think it was the cabbage patch thing. I don't care what they learn about DNA. Some things are still mysteries. So we have to make up stories about fairies and cabbage patches. And I think that in most of our goings on, we live in the cabbage patch world. We just can't articulate anything about it. Nothing is sensory. Nothing measurable. It just is. Thoughts and visions and in our cases, riffs of music, come in on a breeze and leave the same way. We are left wandering and wondering what it all means.
What I want to believe about it is that creation is ongoing and not just on the scale of coagulation of stardust to ignite new stars and roll up new planets, but within me too. I do not say God created me. I say God is creating me. I am a work in progress. God is working with DNA modified by incoming cosmic rays, and working with the constellation of personalities I go through time with. Whilst our planet traces out its orbit, and our star hurtles us through space. They all participate in my creation. And the ground of all being, at the bottom of all this, is God, pulling the strings.
Is it odd or ironic or serendipitous or just coincidence that some physicists working on a theory of everything have invented a theory they call string theory. In one instance of this theory, the strings extend forever and are thinner than an atomic nucleus and extremely taut, such that they could easily slice through the planet like the wire of a cheese slicer and no one would be the wiser. I could imagine God is pulling the strings.
But again, it's not sensory and nothing is measurable. Everything occurs too fast or on too small a scale. I don't live on that scale anyway. The basis of life and creation is all mysterious. The best we can do is participate on our scale. Which is to say, in the cabbage patch.
Yours was a lovely reflection. Thank you so much
Cheers.
Jim
Katrina, glad you liked it!