I took another drive to the Honda dealership today. I got the second set of keys to my car-finally. The Accord to which my books and extra keys belonged is now back with that car and my car’s extra keys and books are back with my car. I was watching myself and wondering why I wasn’t raising cane because I had worked with them for a week or more trying to get this little thing solved. I just felt there was no reason to puff out my feathers and cause a ruckus. It just didn’t really matter in the larger scheme of things. Mistakes happen and no one deliberately did anything to me. Knowing this negates my need for anger and being impatient with the process. It saves wear and tear on me and everyone involved. Also, they were eager to make up for the inconvenience with no prompting from me and no one had to feel upset or blamed. I told my salesman that there was no need to figure out how this happened or put blame on anyone or any thing. I told him that what was important was that we got the right keys and books to the right cars. Ah, blessed peace. We can chose to be peaceful, to be at peace.

As I drove out of the dealership onto the six-lane highway, it seemed to clear quickly and I made a left turn without a problem. I have done it before but not so easily. I had no idea what I was going to do next but I found myself driving into a furniture store parking lot to see if they had platform beds. A lovely, kind, man who gave off honesty and calm, loving vibrations met me at the entry to the store. To make a long story shorter, I not only found out some information about the platform beds, I was able to make a decision that best suited my needs than the original idea that I brought to the store with me and less expensive as well. So now I will be replacing the bed I have with a new mattress set and frame that is lower to the ground for my short little legs. Perfect! My pleasant surprise/gift came as the gentleman and I were talking about various things other than furniture. It was no coincidence that I happened into that store today. He is on the same kind of spiritual wave length that I am on and the knowledge and experience he has, he graciously shared with me. These were things I needed to hear. He reminded me there is only synchronicity at work; not mere coincidence.

There is no way I can truly convey some things or experiences with mere words. How do you put something into words that is really not of the ordinary dimension? It’s like trying to nail jello to a tree. It is something you just “get”. You just know it. You experience it. When you are with someone who is full of unconditional love and presence you recognize it. You also know during the meeting that there are things that need to be said and need to be heard. Two “old souls” meeting is a happenstance that is deeper than words can convey. I will be returning to the store on the weekend to make my purchase. Meanwhile I left the store with a couple of hugs and still feeling that I had had an otherworldly experience. I was so happy to have been able to talk someone who speaks my spiritual language. I got in my car and drove home but I am sure I also was also floating and feeling blessed.

Just so you dear reader know, this is a connection that has nothing to do with a man-woman relationship (he is very happily married and I am happily single). This is a soul to soul connection. There’s nothing like it.

So take another look at your everyday mundane life because if you look and listen very carefully, you may find that underneath it all there are guiding and invisible hands influencing your life and infusing it with something far deeper than the ordinary.


Many years ago now there arose a wave of what became known as the “Charismatic Movement” and being a seeker who yearned with all my heart to actually know and experience what we call God, I dove into that wave head first. At the time I was a member of the Catholic religion after coming from a Baptist/Methodist background. I officially converted a few years after my marriage to my part-time Catholic husband. I say part-time because he found living life to the fullest was much more satisfying and fulfilling than being a full-time practicing Catholic. This living life to the fullest and gobbling up all the different and interesting things life had to offer was his religion.. This was not a bad thing because this man could love like his very next breath depended upon it. At the time I did not understand a lot of things like I do now and I often resented his plunging into experiencing all of life that he could experience because it left me alone a lot of hours with the job of rearing our children pretty much entirely by myself. I was not as free as he was to pursue interests and flit about unaffected by all the responsibility that came with caring for children minute by minute.. John did hold a job and worked very hard but any and all his free time was his. Let me hasten to say that what this restlessness, resentment,and the emotional pain in my life (including guilt) did for me was to make me all the more hungry for finding peace, love, joy, contentment and understanding of myself, my life, and my God. So were it not for that, perhaps I would never have become what I call a Christian mystic though I hesitate to pin a label upon that which does not wear a label well. I will deal with the subject of mysticism in another chapter.

While I resented my husband’s religion of plunging as deeply as possible into experiencing all that life had to offer, he never resisted my seeking my own way to make peace with life. He fully supported me in anything I pursued and that included financially if that was called for. Was he perfect? No, but he was a prince among men and one whom I never really fully appreciated until I could see with new eyes. He and our life together looks so differently to me now as I look back and re-evaluate everything from a different point of view – that is, seeing through new eyes.

My path is what it is day by day minute by minute. And as my new eyes have grown through the years to see yet more clearly, that which has been, is now, or will ever be, changes each time I look at it.

How did I find myself in this enchanted land where nothing is as it seems or seemed, where thorns and roses can abide on the same one stem and be understood? How does one, for example, find in a person or condition or event both the good and bad, the wanted and unwanted, or an adversary and a supporter simultaneously? How can we find both tears and joy in one event? How can we find sense in those things that do not make sense? How can we find the whole in the world of division? Why do we even care about such things? One usually gets the urged to explore beyond what they think they know and understand, because of curiosity or pain or something that they cannot explain. It can be one thing or another of these or combination thereof. What made Alice go through the looking glass or chase the white rabbit? What made Dorothy want to go somewhere over the rainbow to make her way to the city of Oz and the Great Wizard? Whatever it was (and as undefinable as it might be) you know it when it calls your name and urges you out of your familiar comfort zone. As an aside, a “comfort zone” may not be all that comfortable but it is familiar and there is some comfort in the familiar; so, something has to call us to leave that comfort zone and to explore the unknown. So if you hear that call, let us leave behind what we thought we knew and begin the journey to chase the White Rabbit and slide over the rainbow to find the Great Oz.

BABES IN THE WOODS: Growing into our spiritual bodies

Pure LOVE knits us in our wombs so that is what we are made from. Whether or not our physical parents loved us or wanted us That Which Formed us made LOVE (us) out of nothing at all. We are complete and whole and perfect in every way as babies of Pure Love no matter how our physical, fleshy form takes shape and no matter what we seem to become as we grow physically.

Soon after birth we are taught the ways of the world and this teaching goes on throughout our lives. As this process happens we lose more and more of the awareness of Love or That Which Formed us. Some to more of a degree than others. This formation of the world is necessary in order for us to be able to navigate through the “new world” in which we find ourselves. We then need rules and laws and consequences because we are no longer operating as awake and aware Love Babies in our purest form. Those who become Christians or become some other denomination are introduced to their spiritual book which contains spiritual truths but in allegorical and mystical language that are seen more as laws, rules and consequences rather than the words of Love spoken to the heart. Others see the way some of us who follow a religion and talk about God behave and notice that people don’t always practice what they preach. We may notice that, in fact, they are more narrow of mind and remain babies spiritually so we either find our own way or we deny the existence of this one they call God. Places to hide are in the intellect, although, this is not to say that all who take the intellectual path won’t get back to their original Self and become a more enhanced form of human – a matured spiritual being.

Those of us who pay attention to the emptiness that comes with being a trained human and living through the bumps and grinds of the human experience may find that there is a desire to somehow find our way back to our original, innocent state. We keep that desire in front of us like the carrot before the horse, moving forward trying to get that carrot and feeling that we can’t reach it. Why is it that way? Because if we think we have gotten the carrot, we will indeed fall short of the mark. We never really quite maintain our spiritual self but as long as we are in human form we work towards the marrying as it were of the spirit and the flesh. We become one with ourselves first, then we can see our oneness with everyone and everything else.

Meanwhile as this process takes place, this getting back to Love, we stubble around like toddlers. In a sense we mess in our diapers, we bump into things, we lose our balance, we stub our toes, we cry with unhappiness, we cling to others to find comfort and sometimes we do pretty nasty things because we are angry or our brains have little hiccups during which time we hurt others one way or another. But no matter how much we stumble around and mess our diapers it doesn’t change what we really are. So keep on keeping on, Babe in the woods, and you will experience Love again.  You will experience who you really are again. You won’t be sorry. Let me just say this, you are the cutest thing I have ever seen even as you throw your tantrums and run like a crazy person through your terrible two’s, three’s, four’s…you get the idea.

SANTA’S BAG: It’s in the bag

There are stories told about how Santa Clause’s bag is magical, that the bag never empties. If he (or even you) should reach into the bag there is always a gift in some size, shape, or form to be pulled from it in a never-ending supply. And what is more, whatever form the gift takes, it is just right for the one who is to receive it. How it is that the bag never empties? How is it that it seems so magical? A child doesn’t really ask how this is possible but rather somehow just expects, knows, believes that this is so.

As adults we like to hear the different Christmas stories that are written for us to read. Some take the form of movies, animated movies and plays for us to watch. We like the mystery and the magic and for a while we suspend our serious and duty-filled life for a much happier world full of wonder and joy and most of all, love.

They say that Christmastime is the most magical time of year. For some that includes the story of Jesus’ birth, for others that may not be the main point at all but even these people are aware of taking this time out for mending or making new relationships, of giving of their time, talents, or money for the benefit of others. You also have the category of people who are so lost, so lonely, so mixed up in addictions or tragedies and those who are unable at this time to sustain a decent life for themselves and so they have little energy to give to the festivities and enjoyment of Christmastime or anytime for that matter.

The real magic of Christmas exists all the days of your life. It happens once you have left behind the more tangible, dogmatic, intellectual side of your religious idealizations and step into the mystical side of where the laws and rules point to but do not necessarily get you there. Every religious or dogmatic structure has at its core the mystics who found their way to the Interior Castle, to the Kingdom within, to the remembrance of God, to connect or become aware of experiencing their very BEING, their Source within. This connection, re-connection, this knowing, this experience can only be described by those who have been there, as the most profound, expansive, all-encompassing, love that is beyond description.

Like Santa’s bag it is deep and boundless and endless. It contains many forms of the gift of love – parental love; love that friends have, a child’s love for the parent; sexual love; unselfish love; the love one has for music or other art; the delight one takes in conversation with a like-minded person; the joy of giving or receiving; new sights, new sounds, new experiences; a long-awaited dream come true; accomplishing a goal or crossing off an item on one’s bucket list; a hug to let you know you are special to someone. The list is endless of the forms that original Love takes. If you do not get caught up in the form so much that you do not experience or understand the love at its core – that formless source of all good – then whatever form you pull out of the bag will be mystical and magical. It is always there, that

indefinable Love but our awareness of it or our having had an experience of it leaves a little something lacking in the other forms of it that we pull out of the bag. The mystical, magical, Source wants to illuminate your way, to give you the true gifts of peace, joy, and unending surprise. Reach into the bag deeper than you ever have before. You do not have to give up anything accept the doubts that hold you back, the dogmas that threaten you, or the fear of not having something more solid to hold onto. Open up and receive the mystical magic that is yours for the asking and yours for the taking.



How can I define that which carries so many angles, thoughts, memories, ideas, experiences?  The answer is I cannot; however, I can talk about love from many different perspectives and from my own experience of it so far.  I can write about how it affects people, the power of it, the shapes, colors, sizes, and all the packages it come in.   I can write and transmit in many ways about its importance in the pleasure of life and of living a full and complete existence as a human being during this your lifetime.

So follow me.  Follow my blog and take my hand and let us see where this will go just for the fun of it.  You are welcome to bring your own thoughts, ideas, and opinions with you.  They are part of you and I can love you and all your parts without trying to make you into being another me.  I don’t want you to be another me.  You have a life of your own, an individual path that is distinctly yours and I honor that.  I only ask the same of you.  Let us explore together and share the love that makes us who we are.

Brenda Osgood Andradzki Elliott, MSW