“The universe is one of God’s thoughts.”

– Friedrich von Schiller

Maybe it’s a reaction to being hemmed in this week by the endless rain, but I find myself wanting to break free of the confines of housebound days and flooded roads and oppressive, gray skies.  I want to uproot my feet from the soggy sponge of earth and soar beyond the veil of clouds to a place where more meets the eye than the same dreary scene.

Water is a sustaining element of life.  Without it, we soon would die — we all know this — but we have learned quite a lesson this week about too much of a good thing.  When the flow of life becomes a riptide, we often lose our perspective about the bigger picture.  Worry makes our world very small, and we become trapped by our own limiting thoughts, unable to see beyond the dread of today.  We forget that it is our thoughts about the world and not the world itself that conspire to hold us down and deny us access to all the universe really has to offer.

The rain has stopped falling this morning, but still there are only small patches of light showing between the clouds.  Those small spots of light are dear to me today, because they remind me that my world is not nearly so small as it has felt in recent days.  When I read Friedrich von Schiller’s words, written so very long ago, they tore a huge hole in those clouds and carried me to a place far beyond the limitations I have placed on my perceptions.

“The universe is one of God’s thoughts.”

Here I sit, created in the very image of the One who made me, and my thoughts are so small that they hold me captive.  Just imagine the potential each of us carries to soar beyond our own limitations.  Just imagine a mind so expansive that the universe is but one of its thoughts.  As I learn, once again, to look beyond the many veils I have placed between my own mind and what is truly real, I feel myself soaring effortlessly through time and space.  It is a wonderful feeling, and I make a promise to recognize my need to become all I truly am.