God is in New Jersey too!

In my daily battle with my rational mind, it appears that my heart, along with the most Divine version of myself, have been left in San Francisco. Back in August of 2010 my father passed away. A few days prior to his passing, after a conversation we had, I decided that my 11 year adventure on the west coast was coming to it’s natural end. I wasn’t jumping on a plane or anything, but I felt a pull back to the rooted nature of the east coast. It was only days later that I did have to make an unfathomable, torturous flight and I found myself telling everyone at the funeral that I was the one who was coming back east to be closer to my mom, not my sister who was 18 years into her California dream. While my Goddess-self might pay a visit here in New Jersey, she only stays a short while and her visits apparently aren’t fulfilling enough for her to stick around. A rumble in the spine while meditating, the occasional flicker of light in the corner of my eye, my everyday dance with God has faded into subtle acknowledgements when I hear someone speak of Truth. The sunsets don’t bring a tear to my eye, my heart doesn’t feel like it’s expanding in yoga class, nothing seems to be giving my that goose-bump high that signals to me that, “I AM.” What role does God play in my life? I’d hate to talk about God without prefacing my concept of what God is. I was raised Catholic, baptized, confirmed, the whole bit –...

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