Capturing The Essence

August 11th, 2015 Tags: author Kate Loving's PRAYER Podcast, The Prayer Prescription Series
Posted in Prayer Prescription Series

Last night, I took Pearlie for a walk at dusk. We saw a doe with her fawn. A beautiful shooting star highlighted this simple natural experience.

Tonight, the night sky will offer new and miraculous shows for our physical and spiritual joys.
Walking out under the night sky with or without our dog expands vision and memory of all the times we felt small compared to the awesome externality of the galaxy.
Who are we and who made all of this?
Will we become a star when we pass from this life to the next? 
Is there a different explanation we haven’t thought of?

I remember when I was a child looking at the stars with my father, an astronomy enthusiast. He taught me the name of all the constellations in the Pennsylvania sky. Each season revealed and still reveals a new set of seasonal stars.
My mother, meanwhile, studied astrology while we identified the signs across the ecliptic, where the astrological constellations reside.
Children are aware of this awesome expanse reflected in the sky and in the soul. 
As we age, we may become less sensitized to all that is possible. Our enthusiasm for such things is replaced by the truth: we are facing our mortality, with or without a life threatening diagnosis.
In the words of Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night, 

Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they 

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, 

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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So I think that death somehow boils down to Love. I am not sure how, but all the great sages tell us so. As long as we align our gaze to the vertical line we all have to our Divine Creator, the Stars give way to a light unequaled in this or any other life time.
Kate’s Prayer Prescription Series, her podcast, and her mission has, at its foundation, the intent to relieve suffering through the spiritual practice and the remedies brought about through the healing power of Prayer, Love and Compassion.

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