At a recent retreat, all participants were asked to introduce themselves by saying where home was for them. I said, "In Marilyn (my wife) and in God." I did not think about my answer very much, but rather offered the answer that was there within me. Yet it makes me curious why I did not say "with" rather than "in."
With God is true, yet is much too small. More accurately I am with and in God, so I suppose that also applies to my home with Marilyn. Marilyn is much more than what is contained by her body. Marilyn is spirit, thoughts, memories and a future yet to unfold. Marilyn lives in my heart. So actually, I am with and in Marilyn as well.
I am so grateful for the awareness of the integration of my home in and relationship with Marilyn, and my home in and relationship with God. In love and with God, there is no dualism.
All this talk of home reminds me of a poem from my book.
A Trip
I closed my eyes and was transported to a remote planet,
where colors danced as from artistic genius,
where beauty abounded,
and gentleness pervaded all,
a place of tangible revelation of God,
calm and bursting with energy at the same time,
breathtaking and life-giving,
overwhelming yet reassuring.
Then I opened my eyes and I was still in that place.
I was home.
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