THE RING

Marriage is made in heaven. Falling in love is the heaven part. That experience of oneness is heaven. Falling in love takes us out of the illusion. The illusion on Earth, that we call reality, demands we come back. We don't fall out of love; we fall back into the illusion.

People fall in love; but it happens, because at some level, they see somebody whom will help them on their journey. So depending on the unexpressed goal of the marriage, it can be work. Two people who have the wish to grow spiritually are going to have work to do indeed. Generally, their egos will aggravate each other. They may have great highs but significant lows.

Most spiritual literature and some psychological literature states there are no coincidences. When Jamie and I were married, I had just recently been divorced. My private practice was going only so-so and we were broke. We could only afford one wedding ring, even though it was only about $45. In my family rings were not part of a married man's attire, until my generation. My Grandfather and Father did not wear a wedding ring. I didn't think much about it. That was 1973.

We moved to our present location in 1975. Sometime the following year we had visitors. Dominy Donavan, a lady who I was helping through her recent divorce was here, with some other folks, for rest and relaxation. My children were with their Mother, except for visits. Jamie and I didn't have children yet and our farm became a gathering place. Kind of a post therapy resort. 

We had an old root cellar, built at the turn of the century. It was built from the stones found locally in the fields. The dome was still solid [still is] but the entrance had started to cave. We always wanted to get it repaired but never did. I did not encourage people to go down into it, but it was[is] an intriguing structure.

Dominy was exploring the farm and she went down into the root cellar. When she came back, she handed me a ring and said "You left this in the root cellar". The ring was dirt encrusted. I slipped it on my finger, it fit perfectly and matched the one we bought for Jamie. She said she found it on a ledge. How long had it been there? Who would have left it there? I have unusual thick fingers and it fit perfect. I don't have more to say about this, but every time I look at my ring finger I am entranced with wonder.

There is much loving magic in life. It sparkles and raises you out of the illusion. Love is. Love is everything.

Love and Peace, Gregg