I ask “What is NOT spirituality? Every breath, every moment, we are living with Spirit. With Divine breath, we are experiencing all of life. Rumi speaks “Oh human angel, your path is perfection in the divine sense—not in some artificial absence of struggle, but in the wrestling of darkness and light that ignites the fire within your holy heart.”
So how do we live our spirituality? Divine energy is within and out, there is no place it is not. How do I show up? How do I resist?
Yesterday, I traveled along a nature trail pedaling my favorite bike, first feeling the sun and wind in my face. Then the rain began. I didn’t allow the elements of nature to defeat my purpose of the day. I have not ridden in rain intentionally before. I allowed myself to go with the flow, to smile my way down the trail and say, I can do this. I wondered whether Spirit would bring me a sudden storm, drenching my clothes and shoes? Shall I do battle with the forces, or turn back? No, I sojourned on, laughing away my concerns, like a carefree child. Was I playful, foolish, courageous or some of each of these? I felt like a communion, a joining, an acceptance of what is. I am enjoying this offering. The land needs rain. Why should I lament my small bit of discomfort?
So how do I commune with Spirit and express my spirituality with others? I am known as a sound healer. I offer opportunities to hold sacred space for others, to go deep within their own soul, to hear the stirrings of their own heart, quieting the mind, slowing the breath, engaging with the Divine within. I am an empty vessel, offering sound and silence for whispers of divine wisdom. I embrace my beloved spiritual practice of bringing stillness through sound and vibration.
Some of my deepest work has been to surrender to sorrow, then to surrender sorrow. My griefwork called me to adapt to live life more fully after loss. I learned to ride the waves of grief, breathing, resisting, accepting, moving through all of it.
My dream journal assists me as a great spiritual companion. The nighttime whispers bring an understanding and quality to my days that I treasure immensely.
Where is my spirituality? Where is my awareness? Do I accept the gift of the present moment or do I run, hide, ignore? I can offer compassionate action to myself and others.
What is spirituality? What is not? Spirituality does not leave me alone. Does it follow me everywhere, or is it gently guiding me? It lives, it breathes, within each of us. How do we live with it, love with it, share our gifts within the world? Look within, it is there!
—Kathy Broghammer