CATCHING THE VIRUS

She lays in her bed late at night
nestled deep in the tranquility of her pint-sized world
attentive to conversations
around the kitchen table.
Voices,
rising and falling
with great vibrato,
contagion filling the air -

God talk.

Her 6-year old heart races as she attends their words.
O, to be like her daddy
who sits at that table.
Smart, handsome, the
very image and likeness of God -
Father.

School begins tomorrow.
He heads back to college to study more about God.
She dreams of holding his hand,
ascending infinite steps,
cracking through massive doors
to the great halls of wisdom -
her first grade class room.

Years fly by.
She continues to experience the effects of the virus,
a passion for learning and

God talk.


I've been pondering the energy around taking this on-line Integral Christianity course called Coming Home. The energy hit me Sunday morning before church, and I'm still living in it. Absolute joy at the idea of taking a course about "God". I'd rather do this than paint or even travel (my other two loves). It's what drives me, this love of learning about God and exploring the next phase of spirituality. It's a wonderful "virus" to have caught from my dad. I'm not well informed about "spiral dynamics", but that phrase has gone round and round in my for the last couple of days, as well. Perhaps it's connected? Not sure, but whatever's going on, it's juciy and alive and wonderful. An absolutely delicious feeling of LIFE!