Time In a Bottle

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It’s all about timing via Tumblr

“Live to the point of tears.” ~ Camus

A – Z Challenge – Day 20

If I could save time in a bottle

Awake again in the middle of the night, called to go outside. I stand under the stars and watch the moon rise. Inside my head, a song* from a movie I saw at 14, lingers.

Everything’s roiled and confused. Part of me wishes I could hang on, and part of me knows these times are about the grace of letting go.

I hear from friends whose parents are sick, hospitalized, or convalescing at home with everything from allergic reactions to strokes to just plain old age.

And time keeps moving.

The first thing that I’d like to do

The good news mixes with sorrow and tastes bittersweet.

I think about my mother’s gnarled hands and the way my father looked at me when he was alive.

I think about an old lover of mine whose face sometimes hovers over me in the dark.

“The trouble is, you think you have time.” ~ Buddha

Save every day ’til eternity passes away

So, we savor meals, eating off each others’ plates.

We rifle through yellowing photographs, looking for our former selves. Thinking maybe, just maybe, some silver bit of that girl or that boy is frozen there, stopped in his or her tracks, able dance like a angel on the head of a pin, able to stop time.

We hear a snatch of a song, and suddenly we fall back. We look up from the front seat of our first boyfriend’s car, parked at the edge of the woods, as ghosts gather round us, watch us kiss.

Spend them with you

Tonight, the past feels especially close.

The future?

Still a blurry figure, a ways up the road.

There’s this feeling of urgency. This sense that we need to put a tourniquet on our gaping, troubled wounds and tie up loose ends.

This is the moment we’ve longed for. Nowhere to live except this sliver of real estate.

Now.

Fireflies shimmer. The moon wanes.

There’s nothing but this

(*Jim Croce, Time in a Bottle)

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Releasing a World Gone Mad

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Moss Creek, Abbey Aldrich Rockefeller Gardens, Desert Island, Maine

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.” ~ Emily Dickinson

A – Z Challenge – Day 19

Riding the Waves

In my dreams lately, I’m walking through the forest of my youth, heading toward the sea. Sometimes the dreams are reminders to let something go; sometimes they act as a remembrance of what was and how that experience molded my current life.

If you are awake, you know we’re riding the waves right now.

We’re floating in boats without oars, under a dome of blinking stars, surrounded by glowing sea life, and the occasional hump back whale.

We’re on our way somewhere new, but we don’t know where. Yet.

We’re just certain that a lot of the baggage we’ve been hauling from place to place, must go overboard. As it sinks into the dark waters around us, we search for that one talisman that will carry us through all this change. We long for the familiar voice or the one activity that always erases the emptiness.

For me, it’s words. It is the blank pages I am slowly and deliberately filling with words of gratitude — for what was, for what may come to pass, for what is. I am thankful every single day. I am thankful for the iridescent filaments of my life and for its heart of darkness. Every bit is needed to build a cohesive whole.

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“It is not the light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.” ~ Frederick Douglass

We’re Lit Up; We’re Taking Wing

The drumbeat of change is upon us.

There’s no denying it. Open your news browser and read the headlines. Ships sinking. Earthquakes.Volcanic activity. Plane crashes. Mass shootings.

It’s grim.

However, to me, all that mayhem signals that a huge shift is underway.

And some of us are floating on our backs, becoming the waves, while others are making a different choice. We all have free will. We all come to the world to learn what we need to learn.

“Happiness is not found in the things you possess, but in what you have the courage to let go.” ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

Shifting tides. The hourglass winds down.

So, this week I dreamed I lost my wallet. I’m watching a film, carrying everything I own in a white garbage bag. I am with people I know sitting in a dreary theater with mismatched, lumpy chairs. We’re uncertain we are in the right place. Someone’s playing a pipe organ and singing an old Irish song. I can’t make out the words, but a fiddler and a harmonica player riff and wail.

I can feel my heart pumping in my chest. What’s left now?

We have barely anything, but there’s this: we’re together and we’re watching a new story unfold.

We’re letting go. We’re letting it all go.

As we must.

***

Note: If you want more information on the changes, listen to Anne Ortelee’s Weekly Weather on Blogtalk Radio.

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Stay Stuck or Break Free?

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Light from Within via Pinterest

If you put yourself in a position where you have to stretch outside your comfort zone, then you are forced to expand your consciousness.Les Brown

A – Z Challenge – Day 18

Stuck in the Middle with You

We’ve all done it. We’ve stayed too long in a job that made us want to poke our eyes out. We’ve latched on and stuck it out with a lover who treated us like crapola, even on a good day.

Why?

It seems counter-intuitive.

Why would we want to to make ourselves small? Why would we accept less than all that we deserve?

Playing Small

Part of it has to do with our sense that we can’t do better, that we can’t stretch or reach for much more than what we see those around us reaching for. We don’t want to be rejected by those we love, so we stay small. We sit in the dark because we’re used to the dark.

And even if that darkness makes us miserable, it is a familiar misery. It is not unknown uncharted territory.

We tell ourselves: We don’t need to push beyond our comfort zone.

Instead, we stay put. We keep ourselves safe.

Or so we think.

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But what’s really going on?

We’re settling. We’re surviving. We’re opting for the easy way out.

I don’t know about you, but I want more.

“Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people’s fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free.” ― C. JoyBell C.

I want to thrive.

I want a big life. I want to live full throttle, all out. I want an embracing-my-gifts sort of life; not a shrinking, invisible, don’t-mind-me-I-am-a-doormat, life.

I want to show my light. I want to stand in the center of my life and radiate joy.

“We all want to break our orbits, float like a satellite gone wild in space, run the risk of disintegration. We all want to take our lives in our own hands and hurl them out among the stars.” ― David Bottoms

These days, we have a choice to make.

Do we grow or do we stagnate?

Do we maintain the status quo or discover who we could be?

Do we watch Entertainment Tonight or opt to watch Orion and Cassiopeia rise in the east?  

Are we all about the known world or the vast universe?

Which box will you check?  Same-old, same-old? Or adventurer/hero/scribe/scout?

I don’t know about you, but I know which one I’d choose.

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Quiet: The Blue Hour at Dawn

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From We Are Meant to Thrive Tumblr

A – Z Challenge – Day 17

“Be Silent yourself, that will induce Silence in others. Do not fall into the habit of shouting, talking long and loud. Reduce contacts to the minimum. Carry with you an atmosphere of quiet contemplation, wherever you happen to be. The less you talk, the more will become your mental power. With the increase in your mental capacity, there will be increase in your power of discrimination too. Consequently, you will give up individual discrimination. Because of this, you will begin to consider the good of the world at large rather than your own individual welfare. You must cultivate such broad feelings from this young age itself.” ~ Sri Sathya Sai Baba

The Quiet Rooms

It is no secret that this world overvalues busyness, noise, and the loudest voices in the room. It equates activity with productivity – although the two are not mutually exclusive. You can sit in meditation or contemplation and get just as much ‘done’ as you might with a wild burst of energy that hits the walls of the room like paint splatter.

In a time when everywhere you look phones are ringing and people are chattering and voices are rising and tires are screeching, the ability to sit in the quiet rooms of dawn and just watch the sky open to a new day, is a gift. It is something I treasure: starting the day listening to the bird-heavy trees, listening to the tiny lizards running up the side of the house, listening to the faint hooting of a pair of owls who nest nearby.

Before traffic starts to hum, before cars are warmed up and lunches are packed and dogs are walked, there is a quiet blue hour. It happens every single day, just before sunrise.

The Moon’s Hanging on a Hook in the Sky

My mom always gets up ‘in the middle of the night’ to work in the quiet, drink several pots of Earl Grey tea, and enjoy whatever book she’s currently reading. Sometimes she sews or cleans, but the point is, it is her most productive time of day. I find, the older I get, the more these hours before the world wakes up and has coffee, become my power hours, as well. I love to write when the moon’s still up and I can hear my cats softly purring on the chairs nearby.

We listen too much to the telephone and we listen too little to nature. The wind is one of my sounds. A lonely sound, perhaps, but soothing. Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for—sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive, or quiet and calm… As a matter of fact, one of the greatest sounds of them all—and to me it is a sound—is utter, complete silence.  ~ André Kostelanetz

Waking, Perchance to Dream

I love being awake while others sleep. It is as though I am living in a world within a world — one that most folks miss out on — too busy walking briskly within the designated lines and structures of modern society.  I like being the first to open the page of a new day. I like staring into its crisp white blankness and wondering what will unfold.

Silence is exhilarating at first – as noise is – but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.  ~ Edward Hoagland

Today, I savor this quiet hour – flavored with coffee and a sense of wonder. I stand in the empty rooms of this particular and unique and only day ahead, and I listen for the heartbeat of what’s to come. I listen for the drums of change and the hoof beats of the horses – metaphorical or otherwise – that will carry me through the hours ahead.

I taste the silence, swim in this river of wordlessness, listen to the hum of the house where I live.

I love this stillness. I love it with my whole being.

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Playing Out Our Joy

Illustration by Erin McGuire

We don’t stop playing because we grow old;

we grow old because we stop playing. ~ George Bernard Shaw

A – Z Challenge – day 16

I Don’t Want To Grow Up

As we grow up, we are often told to ‘leave childish things behind’ when we enter the real world.  (As if childhood takes place in someplace other than the real world.) We’re told that we need to set aside play, silliness, games, curiosity, and our sense of the ridiculous because that’s what grown-up people do.  Grown-ups set aside their imaginative natures and turn to the serious business of being adults.

What a bunch of crap.

The reason we have so much trouble as we age is because we seem to equate adulthood with being exiled to a Mojave-like desert without food or water.  Or to a factory where our sole job is to insert the same peg in the same hole as it passes on the assembly line, day in and day out. In this line of thinking, growing up means the only respite we’re allowed to relieve the pressures of life is to go to an all you can eat buffet and stuff ourselves to the point of numbness. 

The whole notion that adult life equals a dead-end job and an overwhelming sense of responsibility, is, in a word, bollocks.

In her article, The Importance of Play for Adults, Margarita Tartakovsky, M.S., asks:

What is Play?

“Defining play is difficult because it’s a moving target,” Eberle said. [Scott Eberle, Ph.D, is vice president for play studies at The Strong and editor of the American Journal of Play]. “[It’s] a process, not a thing.” He said that it begins in anticipation and hopefully ends in poise. “In between you find surprise, pleasure, understanding — as skill and empathy — and strength of mind, body, and spirit.”

Stuart Brown called play a “state of being,” “purposeless, fun and pleasurable.” For the most part, the focus is on the actual experience, not on accomplishing a goal.  

In his 2008 Ted Talk, Brown notes that “play is vital.”  It keeps us happy and “can make us smarter at any age.”

Play is the only way the highest intelligence of humankind can unfold. ~ Joseph Chilton Pearce

Go Ahead and Play, Smarty Pants

Play is something we should enthusiastically embrace, not neglect.

If we walk out on the most innovative, creative, and curious parts of ourselves, what’s left for us?

Life is meant to be joyful.

Adult life should not be a total buzz kill. Instead, it should offer us the freedom to explore our interests, dabble, read, and discover anything and everything that interests us.

If we “follow our bliss” as Joseph Campbell advised, we will “find doors will open for [us] that wouldn’t have opened for anyone else.”

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I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind. ~ Leo F. Buscaglia

Me, too, Leo.  Me, too.

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Offer Up An Open Heart

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A – Z Challenge – Day 15

For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love-this is an old rule. The Dhammapada

Offering

We’re standing at a portal into something radically new.

On Sunday morning, I heard astrologist Anne Ortelee describe this week (and next) as weeks in which ‘profound changes’ will take place on earth.  As weeks we will ‘look back on’ and remember where we were and what we were doing in April 2014.

We had a total lunar eclipse the other night. I stood in my yard and watched the moon turn red, becoming a ‘blood moon.’ Desert wrens and doves stuttered and chattered in the darkness and dogs howled in the distance. Stars poked through the veil of sky and I felt like I was watching a door open — a portal — to a possible future for humanity. There was a stillness to it. I stood there under the sky as sentient and celestial beings moved.

I heard later that millions were watching it with me.

Afterward, I could not sleep. I slept for an hour and then woke up. The pattern repeated all night. My cats were restless and the dog couldn’t calm down.

In the sky – heading into Easter and Earth Day – the Cardinal Grand Cross is tightening.

Expect the unexpected. Things are coming to a head. Secrets will be spilled, fires started, mountains moved. This is just the beginning.

There’ll be another eclipse at the end of the month. In between we’re being stretched beyond the former limits of our capacity as human beings. We’re being cooked by life.

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“A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot
where it’s being boiled.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The cook knocks him down with the ladle.

“Don’t you try to jump out.
You think I’m torturing you.
I’m giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human being.

Remember when you drank rain in the garden?
That was for this.”

                                                                            ~ Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks

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Burning

The first time I heard this poem by Rumi, I got a little teary. I imagine I was going through something or another (because I am always going through something or another) and it stirred my heart, opening my chest and touching the slippery silver inside me.

When we are in the process of change — when everything around us is whirling and everything beneath us falls away — that is when we must have divine trust in the process of our own evolution. We are in a place now where everything we’ve ever known is about to change. For some of us, we’re standing on the shore ready to launch our boats into the river’s currents. Our hearts are thumping furiously in our chests. We’re excited. We’ve waited our whole lives for this moment.

At the same time, others around us are wailing and clinging to every branch and bramble along the banks. They’re hoarding the moment — trying desperately to go back into darkness, back into the nearby forest. Their fear and loss is palpable. They don’t believe that this unknown country we are building will be one they like. They prefer the supposed comfort and safety of the known world, even as it burns down around them. Even as the embers and huge flames chase them to the water’s edge, they don’t want to launch their boats. They would rather burn with the old, than swim toward the new.

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Becoming

These times require a courageous, open heart.

They require a willingness to start the journey without knowing how it will end.

Like the moments before we were born, we cannot know right now how beautiful and luminous the light will be where we are going. We cannot know that our mother’s breast will nourish us and that our father will kiss the top of our heads and hold us like a precious gem once we arrive.

Divine trust.

The ability to swallow our fear, and walk into the water.

This river of life knows where it’s going. It knows. And if we are willing — if we are completely raw and willing — if we offer up an open heart to the wilds of life, we will see this new world born.

So, keep your head above water and let the current take you. You are safer heading openly toward the new world, than you ever were in the old one.

Let it fall away.

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Natural Woman, Divine Feminine

Caitlin Clarkson, Wolf & Coyote Folk

Caitlin Clarkson, Wolf & Coyote Folk

 

A – Z Challenge – Day 14

Celebrating Our Divinity

“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” ― Nora Ephron

OK, so it should be pretty obvious that I am a feminist.

If you don’t know the definition, a feminist believes in the equal rights of women. A feminist is not a ‘man hater’ or in any way, shape or form, dissing men.

Let’s be clear. I think women and men are wonderful creatures – different creatures – but I believe that they are equal in their contributions to life on earth and should be treated as such. Equal pay. Equal rights. Sovereignty over their bodies. Access to education and healthcare and emotional support.

Women are rockin’ awesome and helped build this world from the ground up.

Nobody got here without the help of a woman. And nobody got here without the help of a man. We need both to make the world balanced and whole.

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Acknowledging Our Gifts

However, today I celebrate women. I laud the natural woman, the woman at the root of the root in our souls – the one who keeps swimming even when we are dead tired. I give a shout out to the divine feminine.

I celebrate the maidens, mothers and matrons, the goddesses and shamans, the witches and scribes, the writers and painters. I celebrate the absolute grit and creativity of women. I celebrate my own mother who could make the most incredible handmade gifts for all my friends and cousins — beautiful, sun-dappled things — with nothing but a few scraps of fabric and some rickrack. (I only found out as an adult that she used to have a budget of, maybe, $20 to do this.) She made something lovely out of nearly nothing.  And she’s not alone.

Women have been doing it for centuries.

They’ve been cooking and birthing babies and making quilts and planting gardens. They’ve also been attending college and writing books and getting PhDs and running companies. There is nothing that a woman cannot do.

 “The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it. ” ― Roseanne Barr

Returning to Our Roots

Eve’s gotten a bad rap, in my humble opinion.

I’ve always thought so. As someone who was thirsty for knowledge my whole life, I often wondered why we have to slut-shame our girl, Eve.

After all, what did she do that was so bad? She just wanted to take a bite of that juicy red apple.

In her book, The Secret Dowry of Eve, Glynda-Lee Hoffman unpacks Eve’s story:

[The author] examines the Genesis myth in the bible, mining it for symbolic meaning based upon her two and a half decades of study of Qabalah (Jewish mysticism). Her take on the actual meaning of the verses (as opposed to what has been passed down as their meaning) unpacks layer upon layer of symbolism, language, and sacred geometry to reveal the powerful, empowering message that Adam, Eve, Cain and Abel were meant to impart. Along the way, she examines the interplay between the four areas of the brain, two masculine and two feminine, for their “take” on the world. She contends that it is the rejection of the divine feminine that has been the cause of much of the sorrow in the world. Instead of viewing Eve through the lens of sin, she sees her as the ultimate empowering force in human consciousness. She represents the need to develop an inner life. Adam represents life out in the world. Together they form a complete, holistic, conscious whole. (Goodreads, my review.)

I find Hoffman’s notion regarding the roles of men and women heartening and inspiring. Each gender has something to offer that is unique and necessary. Neither can succeed without the other. We need a conscious, balanced whole.  Nothing less will do.

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Celebrating Our Return

Jane Austen.  Jane Goodall.  Maya Angelou.  Flannery O’Connor.  Anne Sexton.  Frida Kahlo.  Susan B. Anthony.  Hillary Clinton.  Harriet Tubman.  Tina Turner.  Sylvia Plath. Virginia Woolf.  Marie Curie. Florence Nightengale.  Mary. Kuan Yin.  Kali. Marianne Williamson. Meryl Streep.  George Eliot.  Dame Daphne Sheldrick.

These are my sisters, my mentors, my inspiration.

After 3,000 years in exile, the true, bedrock Divine Feminine is returning to the world. Make way.

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Magic, Madness, and Mistakes

Sherlock Stark via Tumblr

Sherlock Stark via Tumblr

A – Z Challenge – Day 13

Life is meant to be lived.

Most of us spend a lot of time worrying about making mistakes — as if we could actually make our way through all the rooms of life without mucking things up a few (thousand) times.

We pretend we’re wheelin’ and dealin’ our way through our days, smooth as a god damn Santana song.

Uh-huh.

Keep telling that tall tale.  How’s that workin’ for you? 

Most of the time, instead of the supposed perfection we’re cooking up, we’re actually fumbling around making a beautiful mess of pretty much everything.

I keep reminding myself:

Mistakes are part of the gig.

Magic.

Sleight of hand. Tricksters. Laying all our cards on the table.  

Or not.

Good Madness.

Let’s whip up some down-home nuttiness, some certifiable crazy.  

If we always color inside the lines, we will never see where anything might take us.

The road not taken and all that.

Don’t be afraid to stretch.  Don’t carry a compass.  Instead, stick a pin in a map and see where you land.

Fall down the rabbit hole.

Revel in a musky nest.

Every one of us needs several side orders of tasty, truly toe-curling love-bird kisses with ‘someone who thinks [we're] wonderful.’

I know I sure do.

Celebrate. It. All.

Life is a big powder keg of bad-ass surprises.  Especially now.

Life should be all that and more. Let’s kiss and go out walking in the rain.

Time for joy. Time for silence and the sweetness of birds.  Time for truffles dusted with cocoa.  

Time to dial it down and drink it all up.

Every. Last. Drop.

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Love the Earth

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Wallpaper of Quaking Aspen, Mount Moran, Grand Tetons, Wyoming

We don’t have to engage in grand, heroic actions to participate in the process of change. Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.” ― Howard Zinn

The A – Z Challenge – Day Twelve

LOVE THE EARTH

Today, I am thinking about two little boys.

They just turned four and they are full of delight, joy, and curiosity. The world is a marvelous place to them – filled with unexpected and hilarious surprises – sort of like the prizes they find in cracker jack boxes.

They love the evergreens that surround their house. They love their their parents and they love each other with an intensity that is usual, I suppose, for twins. They love their grandmother. They love their stuffed lion, elephant, cow, sheep and giraffe, the inanimate friends that crowd their beds and watch them as they sleep. They love Dr. Suess. They love drawing pictures and learning to blow bubbles in the swimming pool.

These precious boys deserve a better world than the one we’re leaving them.

They deserve clean air and rivers silver with sunlight.

All children growing up today deserve something better than this.

Have we no shame? No sense of moral responsibility? How can we possibly pass this mess onto their small shoulders?

After all, it is our mess.

***

DEATH & REBIRTH

This year Earth Day and Easter coincide.

There is an astrological aspect that is forming in the heavens this week that promises to initiate huge, societal changes, long overdue. If you aren’t feeling its heavy footprints, you simply aren’t paying attention.

Everything will be demolished and rebuilt from scratch. Society will be turned inside out and sent through the wash cycle.

Why?

Because we’ve built a world that reveres only money and treats the environment like a sewer. We love profit but we hate people.

It’s sick.

We wait to fix systemic problems until after the roof caves in, the mountain top slides onto homes, or the bridge falls into the river, dumping cars into the swiftly moving current.

We drill for oil, use millions of gallons of life-sustaining water to do so, and produce only finite amounts of shale gas as a result. The kicker is that the waste from that process is so toxic, everything within miles of pools holding it, dies.

We call this progress.

I call it crazy.

It is insane to burn your only home to the ground because someone offered you money to do so.

I ask you, where do you plan to live once you are holding the keys to a pile of ash? Where will you go when the last fish has been caught, the last great tree cut?

Will you eat your money?

The Earth is Our Mother

We will wither without our mother, our home.

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This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.                                                                                                                                                                      ~ Walt Whitman

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Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children.

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.

~ Ancient American Indian Proverb

Dismiss whatever insults your soul.

For the sake of those beautiful boys, we must solve this.

Their bright faces tell me they’ve got gifts to bestow.

Will we leave them a world that can support life?

What we do over the next few months and years, serves as our answer.

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Kindred Spirits

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“Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”- Rainer Maria Rilke

A – Z Challenge – Day 11

BIRD BY BIRD.

What exactly is a kindred spirit?

Birds of a feather?  The yin to our yang?

In a word, yes.

Have you ever met someone — someone whom you immediately felt a familiar tug — a shock of recognition the first time you saw them? Have you sat across the table from them laughing easily and openly within hours of meeting them, certain your souls bonded in a previous lifetime, as ridiculous as that might sound to some people? (I believe in reincarnation, so it seems absolutely plausible to me.)

These days, finding a kindred soul — or more than one — is crucial. It is a means of surviving the onslaught of changes currently swallowing the world.

My ‘kin’ help me unpack my experiences. They are the ones with whom I am my most secret self.

Right now, we desperately need our team – whether human, animal, or angel. We need that rare band of brothers and sisters who feel like family the moment we meet.

FRIENDS ARE THE FAMILY WE CHOOSE.

As an introvert and an empath it is particularly important that I have a few well- chosen souls to feather my nest.

I don’t have (and I don’t need) a large number of friends.

What I need is a few I can count on.

And that, I have.

I am rich with close kin: family I have chosen, family I was born into, and more family I’ve gathered along the way.

MY KINDRED KIN.

Those for whom I feel affinity cause my blood to burn and my bones to stretch. It is those profound souls who are kindred to me.

We are each dazzling light workers here to help each other walk our authentic path through life.

We are here to encourage each other: Be a light. Be a change-agent. Be a voice in the darkness that leads someone else home.

We all need kindred spirits to help us find our way.

We all need those souls whose kindness helps us navigate these black nights. We live for those whose assurances help us see ourselves not as we are, but as all we can be.

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