I finally know I don't need to change the world. I know that I can do anything that I desire, but all that I desire is #1 to be a good wife and mother, be the best nana that I can be, and to live as truthful and authentic a life as I can possibly live.
For many years I heard from Youngest Daughter to stop trying to be JC. Her perception was that I was under the impression that I could do anything, change anything, and that I was always right, i.e. Jesus Christ. Of course I laughed that off for a while, years. Over time though I studied myself, hearing myself speak, seeing myself. I found that sometimes it wasn't what I said but the way I said it that created the idea that I knew all. I don't know all, never thought I knew all, and in fact I was forever faking it, playing the part of being educated and in control.
I think that when one has some measure of common sense, a small measure of knowledge and is street wise there is a certain way to be convincing enough to turn people's heads. Those heads don't want to think more than they have to so they decide to follow without question, or they question and one with the small measure of common sense, the small measure of knowledge and the street sense convinces them all is good. More heads follow, and more success is acquired by one who leads in this fashion.
Over time, one who leads gets convinced that she can do anything, change anything and her word is gospel.
One gets to be 65, has the wisdom to go back to her sacred promises to herself which were always to be a good wife and mother, be the best nana she could be, and to live truthfully and authentically. All the other side jobs that she thought she was so good at just sort of fall away to the ground something like petals on a wilted daisy.
For me the daisy is not dead yet, 3 petals are still hanging on.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Universal Balance
So we used the dung paper hearts to write our wishes on Easter Sunday.
First we all talked about being grateful, about all the items and times we have to be grateful for in our lives. It was at Annie and Mark's with Aunt Benny and all the kiddos, me and Papa. We talked about material things a little bit but how the spiritual parts of life are so much more valuable in the long scheme of things. I led the discussion and tried my best to share wisdom and my spirituality; however, I in no way think that I did a very good job at getting to everybody's innermost feelings. It's difficult to inspire especially for me when I forget half of what I want to say and get distracted so easily by minor things.
I had placed around the area in which we had gathered, burning incense. Also prior to our gathering, I had spread the smoke and heat of sage to cleanse the atmosphere of any negative and toxic ions. A few of the kids helped.
We all wrote on our dung paper hearts our wishes and/or reasons for being grateful, anything we wanted to share with the Universe was written on those pieces of paper. They did not have to be shown or shared with anybody else and we folded them and threw them in my clay pot which is used for any of the rituals I dream up in conjunction with the Universe. I had prepared the pot with a lighted coal tablet so that our precious pieces of paper would smolder up into the Universe.
A pagan ritual? Well I believe that Jesus, Mohammed, God, all the Buddhas, Mary Magdelen, and Judith, and all the men and women who have shared their wisdom here on Earth received our messages along with the animals, plants, and trees. We share them with the Universe, creating our plusses and minuses for balance.
First we all talked about being grateful, about all the items and times we have to be grateful for in our lives. It was at Annie and Mark's with Aunt Benny and all the kiddos, me and Papa. We talked about material things a little bit but how the spiritual parts of life are so much more valuable in the long scheme of things. I led the discussion and tried my best to share wisdom and my spirituality; however, I in no way think that I did a very good job at getting to everybody's innermost feelings. It's difficult to inspire especially for me when I forget half of what I want to say and get distracted so easily by minor things.
I had placed around the area in which we had gathered, burning incense. Also prior to our gathering, I had spread the smoke and heat of sage to cleanse the atmosphere of any negative and toxic ions. A few of the kids helped.
We all wrote on our dung paper hearts our wishes and/or reasons for being grateful, anything we wanted to share with the Universe was written on those pieces of paper. They did not have to be shown or shared with anybody else and we folded them and threw them in my clay pot which is used for any of the rituals I dream up in conjunction with the Universe. I had prepared the pot with a lighted coal tablet so that our precious pieces of paper would smolder up into the Universe.
A pagan ritual? Well I believe that Jesus, Mohammed, God, all the Buddhas, Mary Magdelen, and Judith, and all the men and women who have shared their wisdom here on Earth received our messages along with the animals, plants, and trees. We share them with the Universe, creating our plusses and minuses for balance.
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