I’ve never been attracted to having insurance–paying for something that might happen in the future.  Depositing thousands of dollars into a fund a month to take care of my family’s ill-health that might happen in the future struck me as a good way to manifest it.  Or, if I’m paying for it, subconsciously thinking that I should get sick to use it.  It helps with the car now and again.

However, I recognize the need to pay into my spiritual insurance.  It’s not that I’m planning on getting spiritually sick, or that praying and meditating will help me not to get that periodic soul flu.  But I am aware that the more I practice the Presence, taking time to sit and tune-up my spiritual chops, the better I can breathe through the jumpy times, the achy heart days, or the moods that simply happen like rain and snow.

And there has been a lot of snow this winter.  I close my eyes and see Her dressed in soft white fur of living ermine, snuggled around Her warm golden neck.  Her hands are clasped together inside two angora rabbits circled in a muff.  She smiles at the cats purring warm at Her feet.  She has now embraced me with Her insurance with a simple smile and an endearing gaze.