What do you call it?
The Universe? The Mother? God? Goodness, Spirit? Truth? Allah, HaShem? The Light?
Whatever the name you choose, I’ve been having chats with it. It’s been a process that’s been unfolding for a couple of decades and has intensified over the last year, with particular focus in the last fortnight. That’s when I was diagnosed with Lymphoma. Cancer – a word I would never have dreamed to associate with myself. I’m on chemo-therapy. It’s so crazy. It’s crazy, crazy, crazy.
Throughout my spiritual journey, I’ve come to accept that I am a soul who is bigger and more vast than this one human life. I am the creator of this human life – the painter, the artist. Nothing can diminish my true, eternal existence. Yet, I LOVE this human life that I have made. I love everything about it. That’s why I want to continue living it until my children are grandparents.
So, God, I CHOOSE THIS LIFE. I like to think that I can continue here if I choose this life consciously with trust, openness, love, acceptance and upmost respect. I CHOOSE THIS LIFE. I want it. I want to live.