Naked Morsels Hot off the Press

After ten years in the making, “Naked Morsels; Short Stories of Spiritual Erotica” is now published, rather co-incidentally, but happily on my husband’s birthday.  Certainly fair enough, since he provides me with enough inspiration.

For a juicy sneak preview, you can read the beginning of one of the short stories, Venus Rising, HERE.  Feel free to leave your comments.

After next week, it should be listed for $14.99 on Amazon and a eBook version available for Kindle and iPad, but right now it is available for a PRESALE PRICE of $11.99 (until Friday, June 20th) and you can only purchase it HERE.

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Now you’ve got almost three weeks’ worth of steamy bedtime stories if you nibble them one at a time, or like a delicious box of Belgian chocolates, will you get tempted into consuming the whole thing?

– Robin Rumi

Sacred Moments and Time Out of Time

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There are moments when the sacred seems to break through into the everyday world. Where you stand awestruck and know that you are in a sacred moment.  What indicates this to me is entering into kairos, what the Greeks defined as sacred time.  Wikipedia defines it as a moment of indeterminate time in which everything seems to happen.  When I am writing and “in the zone”, I have entered kairos.  It becomes not me writing but Spirit creating through me.

I couldn’t tell you how long giving birth lasted.  I was in kairos when my newly born son unfolded like a flower in his father’s hands. I knew that we were participating in an act of bringing a life into this world.  I was filled with awe, joy and gratitude.

When I participate in truly transcendent moments making love with my Beloved, I am in that same state of kairos.  There are no linear minutes, just this moment of true togetherness.  We are blended in our passion and joy in each other.  This is a sacred moment, as well.

Other sacred moments are when we stand transfixed at the beauty of a sunset or the grandeur of a cathedral or the awe-inspiring hush of an ancient sacred spot.  Again, the Greeks have a word for it, the aesthetic experience.  Where we sense and understand things deep in our soul.  We recognize the beauty of that place or moment.  We know we have touched Spirit.

I will be going to a spiritual retreat this weekend, which I hope to share with you next week.  May you have a Spirit filled weekend!

– Robin Rumi

Sacred Places

Sacred places

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Some places you are told they are sacred, either lore about the spot, or it is made plain by the arching cathedral space or ornate building around it.  Other places you just know.  You can feel it in your bones or deep in your dan tien or your gut.  One such place was some sacred springs in Red Rock Canyon, Nevada.  There was nothing to mark the spot, but I could just feel it; how the air held the silence, and the peace filled me.

As I thought about it, it made sense.  The Willow Spring was a common stopping place for migrating Native Americans.  There was a small cave there for shelter and fresh water.  No surprise that nearby were some petroglyphs, handprints and symbols, their meaning now lost in time.  But whatever the meaning, it was clear to me that this was a place of gratitude for the water that made it possible to survive in the Mojave desert.

The second unnamed spring was the same way.  Surrounded by boulders and shaded from the heat of the sun, it provided a still oasis in the desert heat.  It was an answer to a prayer for me, since the day had grown unbearably hot.  I refreshed myself in the cold water.  A baptism of sorts, I felt renewed.  The desert is a place of marvels.  It is a harsh, pitiless place but beautiful right down to its bones.  So I added my gratitude to the energy of the spring and traveled on.

– Robin Rumi

 

Sacred Places and moving closer to Spirit

I saw in the news where a person  from a differing belief system led people to deface sacred stones in Russia.  These two stones known as the Maiden stone and the Goose stone have been held sacred for 5000 years.  The modern day miscreants spray painted “Idolatry is a sin” on the stones.  Their religion makes them think that their way is the only way, regardless that their great spiritual teacher, Jesus, gave them the Golden Rule, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

I have traveled to many different sacred spots and hold each in high regard, whether I am of that faith or not.  Regardless if the space is a cathedral altar or sacred grove, a Mormon sanctum or a Buddhist roadside shrine, it should be treated with respect.  Sometimes sacred spots get reinterpreted by the popular religion.  In the case of these sacred stones, they were probably sacred to the ancient Slavic Deity, Veles.  Later they were reinterpreted to be sacred because the story arose that this was where St. George fought the dragon.

Spray painting on someone’s sacred spot does not bring you closer to God.  It separates you from your fellow man.  It sends an egotistical message of “I am better than you.”    The sacred can be determined by what moves you closer to Deity: goodness, love, respect, kindness.  As the poet, Mary Ann Pietzker said,

“Is it true?  Is it necessary? Is it kind?

Although the defiler of the stones may have believed it was true and somehow thought it was necessary, it certainly was not kind.  Nor did it follow the message of love that was the core of Jesus’ message.  So as an affirmation for the week:

“I treat others with goodness, love, respect and kindness, putting myself in harmony with Spirit.”

– Robin Rumi

Photo of Maiden Stone thru Wikimedia Commons from Khakhalin

Photo of Maiden Stone thru Wikimedia Commons from Khakhalin

Walking the Winding Labyrinth of your Spiritual Path

Labyrinths go back in antiquity and across cultures; Greece, Europe, India, Egypt, early Native America, Russia etc.  People can confuse a labyrinth with a maze, but a maze has many different branches, whereas a labyrinth has but one path to the center and back out again. It is not a puzzle, but a meditative tool and ritual path.

One of the most fascinating collection of Neolithic labyrinths are located on an island around Russia:
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They are thought to be around 3000 years old and seemed to have served as sacred ritual locations. They certainly are on my travel wish list.

Closer to home is the labyrinth at Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary near Artemas, PA. The process of traversing a labyrinth makes it obvious that they serve a meditative role. The rhythm of walking and the spiraling patterns moving in and out naturally produce a meditative state.  The Labyrinth at 4QF sits on the crown of a hill, overlooking the serene Pennsylvanian mountains.  It is 84 feet in diameter and its weaving 7 circuit pattern is  based on an ancient Cretan layout. Its mown meadow paths are slowly being converted to more permenant stone edging.

I have walked many labyrinths in churches, fields and woods.  Each time I find myself falling into that timeless state of kairos, sacred time.  It is as if the labyrinth is a path into spiritual dimensions, a way to untangle our thoughts, or a path to find ourselves.  As novelist Kate Mosse said,

“Pas a pas, se va luenh.
Step by step, we make our way.”

This also applies to our search for a spiritual path; sometimes we seem closer to clarity, other times it is still far away.  It can be seen as traveling  inward towards our spiritual center.  After we find spiritual wholeness, we journey back again into the world.

I wish you well on walking your spiritual path.

– Robin Rumi

 

Labyrinth at Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary

Labyrinth at Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary

Wanderings on the road to Spirit

It was the most beautiful cemetery I had ever seen.  That sounds odd now that I write it down, but it was!  It had an air of unkept beauty; silvery Spanish moss hanging down, flowers growing in hidden crannies, and old carved headstones surrounded by wrought iron.  It was my first visit to Charleston, South Carolina.

Charleston, SC cemetery

Charleston, SC cemetery

I entered through the open iron gates wandering down a garden alley way, with myrtles arching over my head and flowering bushes lining the flagstone walk.  Some of the headstones were tottering, or being engulfed by the ancient myrtles growing beside them.  As I wandered the intricate paths, I read carved inscriptions for people who were born almost 300 years ago.  I noticed that it was connected to the Unitarian Universalist church.

It was on my next visit to Charleston, lured back by that beautiful graveyard, I attended a church service there.  I had been visiting and reading the holy books of many different religions and attending services at various churches.  I had heard Unitarian Universalists (or UU’s) were “kinda weird” but then again, so was I.  It was a very interesting, thought provoking sermon, but the best bit came over their coffee get-together afterwards.  (Which I now know is one of the few “sacraments” they have.) I asked the minister what they believed in.

Her words hit a chord, “We don’t have a creed.  We support you in your responsible search for meaning.”  It was like the scene in the Blue’s Brothers, where the sun beam breaks through the stained glass window and Jake shouts, “I have *seen* the Light!”  I was delighted, excited and practically walking on air.  I had found a spiritual home!  I had found other companions on this journey.  Folks like me, who read and wondered and tried on spiritual teachings to see how it fit their soul.

I hope you enjoy this walk with me as I tell you of some of my findings along the road to Spirituality.

– Robin Rumi