Great! She talks about ugly divorces, lovers and break-ups. Just what my already sick, selfish fantasy mind needs! What if my fiancee gets addicted to the romanticism in our relationship? How about if it is such that our life doesn't stop being romantic? That's more work than one man can muster . . . isn't it?
Somehow, through all the tragedy she writes about, there is a glimmer of God, a beacon of God. She talks about how her own voice was the calming voice, the quiet, wise voice of God. "Deep down inside every man woman and child is an understanding of God". She didn't write that. Bill Wilson did.
So, God talks to us, through us. We are vessels. God feeds my creativity. All I have to do is let Him. And, maybe, someday, I'll have a crystal moment of knowing, touching, seeing God and people will shout, "Allah" (from her talk on creativity at the TED conference) . . . maybe, on my death bed.
I can only hope and pray that God continues to make me creative. I can see that I must do my part. And, I haven't done my part, at least consistently. I'll keep trying and one day, harmony will find me.
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