Recognizing the Field of Plenty

 In church one Sunday, sitting on a pew in the corner cubby, I meditated.  I don’t recall much of anything said or music sung, I recall instead an inner question which bubbled up from inside me about half way through the service.  The inquiry said “have you felt into the field of plenitude?”  The answer was “no.”  The question has followed me since.   I have avoided states of being or fields of collective energy out of fear.  Trusting has been difficult for me.  Trusting is difficult for any child with a history of abuse. Letting go into Life feels like certain death.   Yet, when the question of plenty arose, I knew its significance, and I was a willing student.  My entire life I have been surrounded by plenty, however, I haven’t trusted myself to yield into it and know its address.  To hold an address, is the key to returning to a place, whether inner or outer.  The how is imbedded within the inner state of location.  Location, location,...