I lay meditating in a park early one evening this week. I was face down and stretched out. My arms were crossed beneath my head like a pillow. A stranger stopped to see if I was OK. She scared me with her question. I think I must have actually been meditating. I was focusing on what divinity looks like inside me. I decided it is like a small glowing white light. Not like a light bulb, but more distant like a star. It was in my center, at the base of my sternum. It made me happy. I tried to see its calmness, its peace. I focused and tried to silence the world around me. I liked the feeling.
We do have divinity in us. Can we utilize it when we want to, when we need to? Can it become us? I think Mother Teresa knows the secrets?
I think it takes years of practice and patience. May I have both on this journey.