Comments on: Do I believe in God?

By: Pardon the pronouns but Whitman was right: I am vast. I contain multitudes. | Heidi's Table

Mon, 31 Jan 2011 22:09:51 +0000

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Somebody made that bell for me. (And, keeping you aBreast). | Heidi's Table — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 19:50:34 +0000

[...] forgotten, connection to others far and near, connection to animals and plants, connection to the Morning Glories, appreciation for powers and things far beyond my understanding, connection to kindness and humor, [...]

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 20:32:08 +0000

If I think about God, I think about him/her as someone like the Morning Glories. Full of infinite love and kindness.

I’m glad you’re here, sharing all of these thoughts with us. And I am glad the Morning Glories were there for you when you needed them.
.-= Elizabeth´s last blog ..it’s quiet over here =-.

By: Kelly Parkinson

Kelly Parkinson — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 17:54:56 +0000

It's astonishing how much kindness there is all around us, and how sometimes it takes being in a very dark place to see it. You write about the truth in such a moving way, Heidi. I'm so glad you're here and writing and noticing and remembering. .-= Kelly Parkinson´s last blog ..The Case of the Serial Comma =-.

By: Julie

Julie — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 20:51:18 +0000

So much love for you and for the Morning Glories. So glad you're in a different place now, and yet so glad you're remembering and sharing, so this isn't something hidden and dark and shameful. So glad it's in the light. So glad you're in the light with it. .-= Julie´s last blog ..The myth of merit =-.

By: Robert Weston

Robert Weston — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 20:13:38 +0000

An Approachable God

Today, I sit with my back
To the rising sun.
A little mistral is playing up
Around the hills
Like a young panther
Ranging to and fro
Through the forest.

Co-creationist with god,
I am painting a green world,
With various shades of green –
Olive, apricot, peach and pine—
And suggesting that we share our abundance
With the needy.

It is too radical a thought
I suppose, though Jesus
Made the same suggestion.
“And who is my neighbor?”
Anyone who needs me.

I do feel sorry for god,
Not to be needed anymore.
I would like to keep you alive, somehow.
But not the same old distant and impossible-to-please god,
The god of Job who lets his ego
Ruin a man’s life and take his children’s.
(I know the story says he got it back 10-fold –
But what about those children?)

No. I think I’d like an approachable god,
One without conditions, whose love
Shines like the sun on rich and poor,
Good and bad – a god that celebrates
The now and lets me know I’m good in her eyes –
You know? That kind of god.

Maybe it is a woman. They’re better
At imagining the possibilities
While we men analyze the consequences.

A “god of possibilities,”
The one who looked at the stone and saw David
Lurking somewhere within it.
Because today, what we need
(and I mean ‘we’ of the opposite sex)
Is instruction in intimacy and healing,
And the capacity for self-caring,
And the ability to see worth beyond performance and production.

I’ll honor such a god,
Provided we both know
That co-creational activities
Include sex, and plenty of it,
And good food, and plenty of it,
And long walks in the forest,
And good books, and at least a few good movies—
Oh yeah, and good coffee, and plenty of it!

By: Heidi Fischbach

Heidi Fischbach — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 17:09:12 +0000

Wow. Just feeling very moved by all your comments. Wow.

By: Bridget

Bridget — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:51:21 +0000

I am really deeply thankful that those ladies did what they could to help lift you up. Leave it to women to understand the importance of a clean apartment!

I believe in God. I believe that there is a great unknowable entity of which we are a part. I believe in the limitlessness of it.

And although I don’t understand or completely know this great all that is, I talk to it, and I hear back and the words help me.

Am I reaching out to Love? To the Universe? To Connection? Yes.

Does it have to be described any more than that? No.

Those people who have taken hostage of the word “God” and “Jesus” and used it to separate, I don’t think I am praying to the same God that they are. I think they are praying to the God of Separation. And that makes me sad.
.-= Bridget´s last blog ..The 5th Marker of Destiny- You Feel Desperately Sad When You’re Not Aligned with Your Destiny! =-.

By: Pearl Mattenson

Pearl Mattenson — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:49:53 +0000

What a perfect name these women chose for themselves and very much like what I believe in when I think of God. Wikipedia says, “The flower usually lasts for a single morning and dies in the afternoon. On a cloudy day, the flower may last until night. New flowers bloom each day” I think I believe in a God who makes it possible for us to renew ourselves. To go to the dark places and come back. Over and over.
As always- thank you for your honesty!

By: Jessica

Jessica — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:35:27 +0000

Heidi. Wow. That was . . . incredible. Tears for you. Tears for me – I was there, where you were and although I didn’t swallow the pills, I was close. And our drug of choice was the same, ironically enough. (And I even had a sleeping loft with a ladder . . .)

I don’t believe in “God” either but I believe in Love. Love is everything, everywhere, in everyone. We only need to open up to it.
.-= Jessica´s last blog ..It’s not always sunny over here and that’s ok =-.