Drop to your knees. Sink deep into prayer.
Silent whispers to something, or to someone,
which is almighty. Powerful. Merciful.
In times of turmoil, exasperation and
angst.
And in times of fervent joy, abundance and
complete and utter gratitude.
The mystery that envelopes our lives and
this very Unknown has us question the purpose; the rhyme and the reason to it
all from time to time.
But then something happens – omens, signs
and synchronicity happen - leading us closer to our desire and dream. Often
masked and not always recognisable to the closed heart, but there nonetheless
when we are ready to see, and I mean really
See.
I’m talking about Alchemy. The idea of
being connected and supported by the profound powers, which we often call
Religion or Spirituality.
Recent travels to France and Italy
reignited my intrigue in the Divine, the Universe, God – whatever label you
prefer.
Churches and shrines, basilicas and venerable
monuments. Historic paintings and statues of saints and priests, and a cross
standing tall at the top of an insurmountable peak, towering over coastal towns
below.
Etched into rock, messages to spirits, and
at the base of alters, women holding photos of loved ones as they prayed in
silence.
Everywhere I looked, I saw expressions of
faith.
Faith in the Unknown.
