Spiritual Void

The search and desire for some sort of spirtuality is endless. Monks have hummed thier chimes through the mountains searching for the special feeling of God, Nuns have given their own desires to feel close to the spirit, celebritys have stood at pedistools claiming their own fame was indeed given by God- and regular women like myself have desperately searched the city streets of Los Angeles in hopes that something...anything can fill my own spirtual void. What fills us up? Is it the game of trying to get what we want, and when we do we feel the spirtual up..and high we so desire? Is it in a massage by a stranger in a spa full of eucolyptis or a wave from a friend who has noticed you showed up. Where is God? What is God? And by turning my own will and life over to him can I feel full? Does that get me to heaven? Making people, places and things my own personal God has put me on a roller coaster ride to nowhere...with just enough fun and fulfillment to make me feel it's the journey instead.