Lorna Writes

I'm quite enjoying the process of writing this blog. I wasn't sure I would like it. Since I've been out of school, I've never written anything other than copious journals, which are fascinating to go back and read years later, but which entail an entirely different process from writing this blog. I finally feel like a "real" writer, because I'm not just rambling in an unedited stream of consciousness. I start out with a general idea of which story I want to tell, or what idea I want to communicate in each post, and start writing... and then go back and re-read each sentence and paragraph, to see how things flow, and change things, and take a break to let it all settle, and write some more, and revise some more, and sometimes completely change the focus, or erase whole sections I've written...It's cool to watch my mind, as it's noticing where I want to clarify, or add an important detail, or take something out, to make the story flow and somehow...

Before I get back to where I left off in the narrative of my "initiation," I feel like telling the story of the second of my three glimpses of what I call the divine dimensions. In my second blog post, I said that I've had three experiences that felt like the veils of normal reality had parted and I got a glimpse of More. I've written about the first ("the face in the sky") and the third ("the tree and I.") The one I haven't written about yet, happened in between the other two.     ------------------ In January of 2004 my mother decided she needed to see what was going on with the shortness of breath that she was experiencing. X-rays showed some masses in both lungs. Maybe it was tuberculosis.. maybe it was cancer. Yikes. By early March, a biopsy had determined it was lung cancer. She had never smoked. She had always been relatively healthy and ate well and walked a mile every day. She was 69 years old, which was 10 years younger than my dad, a...