Well, there is fuzz in my navel whenever I wake up. I do like to think about things and most people who think about things are affectionately known as ‘navel-gazers.’
I think the subject question is legitimate. I am sure it has to do with the hirsuteness of the navel area randomly collecting bits and pieces of lint from blankets, dust, cat dander, human dander (mine of course), etc, etc. But really, that’s not the purpose of this post.
I’m thinking about a return to something that I left. Something that really caused me to dig deep and find root causes. I entered into a period of inner reflection and weeded out a lot of that negativity. I feel as if I am able to return to that ‘something’ and re-explore the place of God in my life.
At the root of it, there really is nothing special about me or what I see or do. I allow myself to feel and to experience what I perceive to be the ultimate reality. This ultimate reality, what some might call God, has benign requirements for those who dare look her way. I dared to look and now I am hooked. Now hooked, I must follow.