Metaphysical Inclinations

There’s a quiet stirring sometimes—barely a whisper at first—that asks,  Is there more? It doesn’t arrive with fanfare or demand answers. It simply lingers, a soft pull toward something larger: the Source, the Universe, Spirit, or just the raw essence of existence itself. No religion required, no doctrine to sign. It’s an invitation to notice, to feel, to wonder. I’ve come to call these moments inclinations—metaphysical ones. They show up in the ordinary: the sudden hush when a thought dissolves into stillness, the unexplained comfort of sitting in twilight, the way a stranger’s glance or a bird’s call feels like it carries a message meant only for you. They remind me there must be some mystery in life.  Something to challenge our minds. Ways to stimulate thought and truths. A desire to explore the unknown.  These things we need to awaken our soul. These things we need to make us whole. We are made of so much more than physical matter. The body moves through the day, but ...