It’s only recently that I’ve started dropping the “G” word a lot more frequently.

There was a time when the mere utter of, God, was the single most uncomfortable word. I didn’t know how to react, or not react.

It all stems from a very confusing childhood of God, religion and “right” and “wrong”. This Christian upbringing did me in. France excluded here, I haven’t stepped foot in a {non Christmas Eve} church service in over a decade.

Can’t really imagine a bigger turn off than being told you’re going to go to hell. That we are all sinners. And you’re really damned if you’re gay. None of it ever made sense to me.

Except the funny thing is, despite a strong dislike of church, I still always felt this God calling of sorts. I think that’s just The Truth of The Divine. It is an inherent part of us on a cellular level that we cannot shake. I also think this is why try as we might, we can’t seem to shake God out of our schools and government.

As my own spiritual and general life path has deepened, combined with yoga, so too has my relationship and idea of God. Of how I view Her. Of how He works.

I still trip myself up saying God. It often times still leaves me feeling uneasy. In those times, I take the advice in one of my favorite and beloved books, Conversations With God.

I substitute God for Life. Or, in my case, The People. It’s all become one in the same, just as how I am truly seeing that we are all One in the same.

I’ve come to realize God is found in all things, people, places and experiences. I try damn hard to see The God in everyone, to honor the sacredness we all hold.

I don’t agree with the statement, God works in mysterious ways. There is no mystery with God. A miraculousness, yes. The mystery stems from us losing sight of God. A not allowing of sorts.

Letting God in, this was the exact thing I needed to hear today. This thing is not random. This I know for sure. The Universe is there, I just need to allow and let.