Why Divine Pie?

Divinity. It’s baked into everything.

I imagine it as a constant hum, a force that exists whether we are aware of it or not. A plane we tap into when we meditate, sit in the quiet, breathe. Divinity is pure love. Nonjudgmental, unconditional, infinite love. It’s the engine of creativity, the spark of curiosity, the connective tissue for all beings in the universe—or at least the planet, because who knows what’s really out there? 

Divinity is a prism we cannot see through which our love and lives are reflected and refracted, light and color dancing on the walls of our collective consciousness.

It’s the kindness of strangers. The shine in a person’s eyes. The imagining of world-changing ideas. It’s in the green of the leaves on a peace lily left behind by a lost soul. The pound in your chest when thunder sounds close. The wonder you feel when you look into the eyes of something wild.

Maybe this is a silly early-morning musing about nothing and everything.

All I know about divinity is there is no poetry or song or pie without it.