They want human bodies. They want to descend — come to dense Earth — so they can experience the peaks and valleys of human life.
We want angelic-light bodies. We want to ascend — go to airy-fairy Heaven — so we can experience the transcendence of angelic life.
What’s up with the never-ending quest and the never-satisfied desire to migrate to another side, where the grass is supposedly greener? The water cleaner? The love stronger?
To. And fro.
Back. And forth.
I know a Merry-Go-Round when I see one. A carousel. A gerbil-wheel. A treadmill.
Round and round and insufferably round. Who said this was supposed to be fun? Packing up and hurrying to X… only to find that we’d really rather flock to Y… and then, of course, dwell eternally at Z…
But in all those migrations. Through all those transitions.
Did we ever pause long enough to actually, savoringly love the very right-now moment? Or were we always too busy in a rushed hurry with multi-tasking spheres of enlightenment and ladders of ambition to notice. To breathe in. To realize the crushed bliss beneath our feet… within our tousled hairs… swirling about in our soup… lounging between our sheets?
Angels. Humans. And all other sapient beings who enjoy travel, journey and adventures. Whatever we are… Wherever we are…
Give thanks for your Green’s Splendor.
Just as it is right now.
I think more grace and radiance does eventually get added to our green… to our yard… to our circumstance… but only after we give true, ecstatic thanks for the green we’ve got.