A week of "incredible happenings"
It constantly amazes me what little things spark reactions in people ... and the realization that it isn't the little things that matter. They just pile up until it's difficult to see over the top of the pile and a good blow seems to be needed to level the playing field again. That is usually followed by uncontrolled weeping.
I'm a Scorpio and I have this uncanny ability to skirt issues and try to hide my true feelings - until I've had what I consider to be "enough." I can turn around and strike viciously with words that sting - afterall, I'm a writer. Oh, it's easy to blame profound weariness, emotional stress, full moon, immaturity on my part when in reality it is not dealing with the little things and letting them choke my sensibility. Unfortuneately, the volcanic blow usually isn't anything to do with the matters at hand. And this past week's happenings have been a conglomeration of joy, anger, mourning, anger, relief, more anger, and the realization that life isn't always what one wants it to be.
Walk gently, seek peace, love unconditionally - and have understanding children.
The Universe Provides
Dear friend, Mark, sent me a web address - it couldn't have come at a better time.
Check out:
http://www.dediamantenpoort.comIt is, in English, called "The Diamond Gate"
In Frans' own words:
"I would like to share a lot with other people on earth. I prefer simple lyrics and express my feelings in pictures and videos I create. ... Dutch is my motherlanguage but I will try English when applicable..."His goal -
"to spread humanity, to spread peace, to help wherever possible."We all need more enlightened persons like Frans to share the expressions of their spirit!
Incredible Voice
I encountered, via the air waves, a voice of the future - clear, strong, irreverent, humorous, with great potential for serious impact on intelligent listeners. The voice has just needed encouragement to fulfill destiny's call.
The voice has been caught up with the American Dream's pitfalls - having to pay for the habits in life -- food, shelter, transportation, and the high costs of education, health care, and appearance. Sigh. I know that this has all made me think about my own situation.
The voice knows the naked truth. Perhaps a day naked before the voice's higher power would be in order. Perhaps I simplify life too much by believing that nudity contributes to health and well being. I know my days as a naturist have shown me my inner self without all the contrivances and demands the "American Dream" put upon its populace. And because of being a naturist, I like me: over-sexed; over-simple; over-sensitive; over-weight; over-sixty; over-spiritual; and this post is over.
Be at Peace, Darling Girl
My sweet Aunt Ethel passed from this life into the next stage of her journey. She passed peacefully, sleeping, and perhaps dreaming of her loved ones who had been visiting her in dreams the last few weeks. She was of Christian faith and is victorious over this life in that fashion.
She was born in Canada in 1917 and lived in Covert, where she graduated from high school, and then in a few places in Hartford. Ethel was the last living member of her generation.
Ethel was an independent gal, never married, sometimes fiery, sometimes soft and gentle. Hmmm, she was a woman that I admired and loved and sometimes made me want to scream. Hmmm, she was a woman; self-made and strong.
A few weeks ago we spoke of her "time" as she called it and I tearfully and laughingly told her I would not cry for her because the next part of her journey would be without pain and disability ... but I would cry for me, because I am going to miss her. We held hands and cried together.
