Most days my relationship w/ “God” is pretty confusing.⁠

When I deep dive into Who or What or Where God is, I leave with more questions than answers. My mind never seems to get it.⁠

At times this has left me thinking “well maybe I’m just an atheist because when I search for God ‘I find only myself.'”⁠

But there is also an inner intimacy with the Great Mystery that runs so deep that I can’t deny “Its” existence — it just feels too confining to label God any one “thing.”⁠

Even naming God “Lover” makes Mystery feel like an Other…distant, separate.

And being on the contemplative path makes all of this okay

Baked into contemplation & mysticism is a certain comfort with paradox and openness to mystery. ⁠

Here’s an example of the paradox:

A clay pot goes in search for its “self.” It finds only clay. ⁠
And the clay, goes in search for its “self” and finds only a pot. ⁠

2 elements of 1 Living Reality. Loving union.⁠

Hmmm- there’s my weird reflection for the day 

The search goes on in complete openness and trust!⁠
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Always curious about you…what are you finding when you search for God?⁠