Sundays

I was born on a Sunday and as the rhyme says "Sunday's child has far to go."  That is what life is like.  Never an end point always in transition and moving.  Nothing is permanent except the love inside and connection with God.  All karma's get plaid out and it's important to learn detachment so that you don't get caught up in the play as the people in your life and the world acts out it's issues from current and past lives.  We all have far to go but it doesn't mean that the ultimate goal of liberation is unreachable.

Sundays have been a special day for me as I started attending Sunday school at the Church of England Cathedral in Nairobi.  A neighbor Pam Pankhurst, make dresses for my sister and I and we had white stray caps that were like a band across the tops of our heads and in the late fifties quite stylish.  The fabric for my dress was green with a print that was floral with wisps of red color.  The skirt was full with overlapping tiers that made me feel very feminine.  My sister and I would walk to Church together and carry the small Bibles that had been given us by our Godparents Elizabeth and Hugo Gurney.  Elizabeth was a decedent from the Gurney banking family in England and her sister and she inherited the Manor which they split into two halves. 

Elizabeth and Hugo moved to Kenya and settled on their farm in the rift valley.  When I was eighteen my mother and I returned to Kenya and visited them on their farm.  We were met from the bus by Elizabeth who was as round as she was tall.  Very upper class, plain and welcoming.  She wore a straw hat and her usual white blouse with a full cotton print skirt.  She had been active all their marriage teaching local tribe children in a school house that was built on their farm.  She had a great sense of duty.  Hugo was interested in my looks as I grew older and that made me uncomfortable.  He belonged to the Kenyan Polo club and had his ponies stabled on the farm.  Very likable.  Like Elizabeth he was upper class and educated at Eaton which is the school where the two young English Princes graduated from.  It lies across the Thames River from Windsor Castle which sits up on the hill overlooking the surrounding towns and country side.

By the time my sister and I got to Sunday school we were ready to sit for a while.  We always liked having pets to look after and at that time we had white mice which came along with us and would run around under our clothes occasionally popping their heads out of our sleeves.  I enjoyed singing Sunday School songs the most.  One day we got to see the Queen Mother who came to Nairobi.  Although it was crowded we still got a glimpse.

When we lived in Mombasa we would go to the beach on Sundays.  Now our father was ill with terminal cancer of the colon and we didn't go out too often.  We sometimes went to the open air movies.  I remember seeing the King and I on the big open screen and we sang in the car on the way home.  It was fun to see young children dressed up in the movies.  I always liked the music and songs the most.

Now that I am living in the United States Sunday's are spent in Meditation or more recently I have been to Chicago to hear my Spiritual Master give talks.  He is so open to our lives that he spends time with each one of us and listens to what we have to say or gives his blessings in our lives.  He is remarkably simple in how he relates spiritual truths that makes it all so understandable without having to read volumes of philosophical texts.  It is called http://www.scienceofspirituality.org if you would like to look up information for yourself.

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