HANGING OUT WITH GOD by Shari Sachs

In the last couple of years I have started to learn what it feels like to have a relationship with God...

... and to be close to that energy. As I have gotten to know God or God energy, I just want to know more and more and come closer and closer.

Hanging Out With God

by Shari Sachs

Id like to spend some time with you God
Amidst the noise and haste
Or maybe because of it.

I’d like to learn the language beneath the words
Skulking around in wee morning hours

Waving its arms in frantic desperation wanting to be spoken.

Id like to be your friend. I think?
Or better yet… Yours mine

Will you be my friend?

Will you also be my father/mother/lover/brother/ sister?

oh – and Playmate too.

Yes, playmate. I’d really like that

I’d like to spend some time with you, God

To stop thinking, and analyzing, and paralyzing
And just... Be
And know...
That you are there. That you are here.

Spending time with me too.

by Sherry Van Dyke Photography

Shari Sachs began her journey as a wanderer, dreamer, and an idealist who wanted to write stories, poetry, and save the world. Meandering sets of circumstances led her away from that calling and toward a long career as a business executive which she loved until she didn’t. Lurking underneath the thick skin of corporate identity that camouflaged her true essence was a soul waiting to be reborn. In the last several years, Shari has been on a renewed journey of shedding this skin and reinventing herself as a storyteller, stirrer of souls and overall humanity embracer. Shari’s mission in her writing is to show us what it means to be both human and divine and sometimes to be able to laugh at ourselves. Her newest project is centered on speaking to those of us who are awakening in mid-life. Through heartfelt, real, candid and humorous storytelling, Shari provokes us to think about our ordinary lives in extraordinary ways. "Shari's blogs graceful under fire and companion blog graceful aftermidlife are coming very soon..."

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