This morning I saw a FB message that got my attention. It was, When I say wait do you listen?" and it was signed God.
"Well sometimes, not often, okay almost never!"
I really do try to follow my intuition, but sometimes my stubborn nature pipes up and I am torn between should I or shouldn't I? One would think by now I would have learned to listen to my guides because I know the information comes directly from God.
Lately I have been trying to make peace with someone who has been, let's say, absent from my life for awhile. I found a wonderful image that I wanted to send to the person to say how much I missed our unusual relationship. I kept toying with the should I or shouldn't I? I wasn't getting a whole lot of spiritual help or maybe I was and was ignoring it. Did I hear the word WAIT whispered in the distance? Wasn't it just recently I promised to leave the entire matter up to God?
Thinking I knew best, I stubbornly tried to send the image to the person via FB and it just as stubbornly refused to send. I was briefly annoyed because it was the perfect animated picture of a cute kitten with its tongue licking an invisible person with the words I Miss You! Almost immediately my thoughts went back to the original message I received earlier this morning and I started to laugh as I remembered the word WAIT!
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
You wild thing you
A week ago I found some large packets of wildflower seeds at our local dollar store. I couldn't resist buying a couple, actually it was three packages. For the last few years I haven't had much luck getting anything newly planted to grow. I did have an abundance of apples last year, but no flowers to speak of. This time I actually saw the flowers, pictured on the front of the packets, blooming in my front yard.
It reminded me of when I moved from California to the Laguna Indian Reservation in New Mexico in 1976. Our brand new double wide mobile home was placed on a back section of property owned by my in-laws. One of the first things we did was bring in some sod, giving us a small grassy area in front of the house. It was nice, but not to my satisfaction. I was used to flower gardens, not plain old dirt everywhere. We planted several rose bushes which helped, but it was still not enough color for my taste.
The next summer I planted wildflower seeds. They took off and from then on they reseeded themselves every year. I finally had what I had been missing since moving to New Mexico- color!
In 1980 we moved the house to a piece of property 100' x 200' just outside of Grants, NM. Here we go again- not a thing on the land except dirt, weeds and sage brush. Again our first move was to plant sod for a front yard. Then we gradually purchased shrubs and fruit trees. We also transplanted the rose bushes and lilacs we had in Laguna and things began to shape up with a lot of effort on our part.
Having pretty much lived in apartments all of my life I was thrilled to finally have a house and land that was mine. Of course, the first thing I did outside was to plant more wildflower seeds, because I knew they would grow when nothing else would. Over the years I went on to plant other varieties of flowering plants, but I have always favored wildflowers. They seem to have a mind of their own and require little care other than water and sun. That's my kind of plant.
The last few years I just haven't been in the mood to plant or nurture anything and things have gradually died out. Perhaps this spring it's time to start over with a new attitude and faith that the seeds I planted last week will have a mind of their own to grow and give my yard and my life the color it has been missing.
The next summer I planted wildflower seeds. They took off and from then on they reseeded themselves every year. I finally had what I had been missing since moving to New Mexico- color!
In 1980 we moved the house to a piece of property 100' x 200' just outside of Grants, NM. Here we go again- not a thing on the land except dirt, weeds and sage brush. Again our first move was to plant sod for a front yard. Then we gradually purchased shrubs and fruit trees. We also transplanted the rose bushes and lilacs we had in Laguna and things began to shape up with a lot of effort on our part.
Having pretty much lived in apartments all of my life I was thrilled to finally have a house and land that was mine. Of course, the first thing I did outside was to plant more wildflower seeds, because I knew they would grow when nothing else would. Over the years I went on to plant other varieties of flowering plants, but I have always favored wildflowers. They seem to have a mind of their own and require little care other than water and sun. That's my kind of plant.
The last few years I just haven't been in the mood to plant or nurture anything and things have gradually died out. Perhaps this spring it's time to start over with a new attitude and faith that the seeds I planted last week will have a mind of their own to grow and give my yard and my life the color it has been missing.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Teach me gently
A couple of days ago I received an unsolicited online message that stated, "The best teachers are those who tell you where to look, but don't tell you what to look for." Since then I have been thinking about teachers and how varied their approach is to teaching. Some are very successful and others not so much.
The subject reminded me of something I wrote in the introduction for my first self-published book, Spirit with a Positive Attitude. "Grants is like a pot of homemade soup. Take a little of this and a little of that, add water and just the right combination of seasoning and you have a comforting, plain good meal. Like any other, this town is made up of teachers; most of them do not have a degree, but have taught since birth."
I later heard via the grapevine that my comment caused quite a stir in our little old western town. All I really meant was that we are all teachers and I still wholeheartedly believe that. We are also all students.
From my personal experience I have concluded that the best teachers are the ones who willingly share their life lessons with their students. While writing as a columnist I interviewed two such outstanding teachers; one was male and the other female. They both taught not only what was required, but what they had learned through living their lives. Both seemed to instinctively know that the best way to make an impression on their students was to go beyond books.
Just for fun and to get you thinking I would like to share a variety of quotes I found on the subject of teaching.
One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.~Carl Jung
It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.~Albert Einstein
You can get help from a teacher, but you are going to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.~Dr. Seuss
A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination and instill a love of learning.~ Brad Henry
I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.~Lily Tomlin
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolorent and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.~Khalil Gibran
Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything- even mountains, rivers, plants and trees- should be your teacher.~ Morihei Usehiba
The true teacher is the one who gets the most out of the lessons and the true teacher is the learner.~Elbert Hubbard
Those who know how to think need no teacher.~Mahatma Gandhi
The subject reminded me of something I wrote in the introduction for my first self-published book, Spirit with a Positive Attitude. "Grants is like a pot of homemade soup. Take a little of this and a little of that, add water and just the right combination of seasoning and you have a comforting, plain good meal. Like any other, this town is made up of teachers; most of them do not have a degree, but have taught since birth."
I later heard via the grapevine that my comment caused quite a stir in our little old western town. All I really meant was that we are all teachers and I still wholeheartedly believe that. We are also all students.
From my personal experience I have concluded that the best teachers are the ones who willingly share their life lessons with their students. While writing as a columnist I interviewed two such outstanding teachers; one was male and the other female. They both taught not only what was required, but what they had learned through living their lives. Both seemed to instinctively know that the best way to make an impression on their students was to go beyond books.
Just for fun and to get you thinking I would like to share a variety of quotes I found on the subject of teaching.
One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.~Carl Jung
It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.~Albert Einstein
You can get help from a teacher, but you are going to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.~Dr. Seuss
A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination and instill a love of learning.~ Brad Henry
I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.~Lily Tomlin
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolorent and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.~Khalil Gibran
Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything- even mountains, rivers, plants and trees- should be your teacher.~ Morihei Usehiba
The true teacher is the one who gets the most out of the lessons and the true teacher is the learner.~Elbert Hubbard
Those who know how to think need no teacher.~Mahatma Gandhi
Monday, April 8, 2013
Are you an archivist?
Inspiration for this post came from a soul who just won't go away. I give up and have concluded the match was predestined and there isn't anything either of us can do about it. We simply inspire each other to inspire others and that's just the way it is.
Because of this fact the word I am investigating today is archivist: a person in charge of archives, which is a place to keep records.
I believe we are all archivists, whether we have been officially trained for the job or not. From the moment we are conceived we keep records in our minds of every experience and every word that we have ever heard. That's a lot of information to be crammed into such a small space. No wonder our minds get more than a little confused at times. We remember things from yesteryear as if they just happened today. Some of us even have clear memories of past lives, adding to the mix.
Little things happen every day causing us to recall things from our past. It could be something as simple as a word that pops out of a book we are reading or a song that takes us back to a prior time, without leaving the comfort of our current surroundings. Often times if we have allowed our minds to grow we will find that our memory of the event/situation has acquired a different slant. That could be referred to as growing up, maturing or evolving. Whatever it is called it is usually a good thing.
Following a suggestion several weeks ago to check my archives for information I began to look back over some of the things I had written over the last few years. That may not be what the person had in mind, but I have been known for taking things a bit too literally. As it turned out it wasn't a bad thing because I found some really good writing that I used as foundations to offer them with a more positive attitude. I suppose I have to admit that this approach did encourage me to begin to also rethink the archives of my mind.
Obviously one can't rethink everything, but where there is desire the important stuff can be reshaped so that it doesn't interfere with our present and future experiences. Okay, I'm done working on the word archivist now and I sincerely thank the soul/teacher who inspired me to do so.
Because of this fact the word I am investigating today is archivist: a person in charge of archives, which is a place to keep records.
I believe we are all archivists, whether we have been officially trained for the job or not. From the moment we are conceived we keep records in our minds of every experience and every word that we have ever heard. That's a lot of information to be crammed into such a small space. No wonder our minds get more than a little confused at times. We remember things from yesteryear as if they just happened today. Some of us even have clear memories of past lives, adding to the mix.
Little things happen every day causing us to recall things from our past. It could be something as simple as a word that pops out of a book we are reading or a song that takes us back to a prior time, without leaving the comfort of our current surroundings. Often times if we have allowed our minds to grow we will find that our memory of the event/situation has acquired a different slant. That could be referred to as growing up, maturing or evolving. Whatever it is called it is usually a good thing.
Following a suggestion several weeks ago to check my archives for information I began to look back over some of the things I had written over the last few years. That may not be what the person had in mind, but I have been known for taking things a bit too literally. As it turned out it wasn't a bad thing because I found some really good writing that I used as foundations to offer them with a more positive attitude. I suppose I have to admit that this approach did encourage me to begin to also rethink the archives of my mind.
Obviously one can't rethink everything, but where there is desire the important stuff can be reshaped so that it doesn't interfere with our present and future experiences. Okay, I'm done working on the word archivist now and I sincerely thank the soul/teacher who inspired me to do so.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Speak for yourself
One of the problems with the social network, as in Facebook and blogging, is the chance you take when posting your thoughts, that someone who believes they know your life better than you do will take the opportunity to speak for you.
In the last few days I have been busy cleaning up debris from my yard and haven't found time to post any new thoughts, but that doesn't mean I have had my brain turned off. As the dried leaves and dead branches were gradually removed I began thinking about people who are no longer in my life. No, they didn't die. I eliminated them one by one pretty much all for the same reason. They were trying to change my thoughts to meet theirs. Whose life is this anyway?
Some of these people believed they either had been granted special gifts of sight, far above mine, or had moved on up the evolvement ladder because of their education/training. Of course, because of their specialness they felt that they were more learned than poor little ole me and much more proficient in expressing my thoughts for me.
The only way I could stop them in their tracks, whether they were ready or not, was to remove them from my life. For some reason the song, popular some years ago; Don't Let Me be Misunderstood just popped into my mind. Check it out if you care to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfwN0X8YnWo
I ran across an interesting and true thought this morning that I would like to share. It was that we are all spiritual/spirits, whether we know it or not. We always have been and always will be. So I wonder what is all the rush to be the most enlightened about anyway? Why are we all scurrying about trying out this and that to be what we already are? This reminds me of a question a priest once asked me which was, is anyone anymore holy than anyone else? Not sure what the right answer was, but mine was- no. You're either holy or you aren't.
(See Father Bob, even though Catholic didn't stick forever I do remember you and your interesting questions!)
I never mind people expressing their opinions and enjoy a friendly healthy debate as much as anyone else; I do mind people who try to convince me to think as they do and insist on changing my words. Please speak for yourself!
In the last few days I have been busy cleaning up debris from my yard and haven't found time to post any new thoughts, but that doesn't mean I have had my brain turned off. As the dried leaves and dead branches were gradually removed I began thinking about people who are no longer in my life. No, they didn't die. I eliminated them one by one pretty much all for the same reason. They were trying to change my thoughts to meet theirs. Whose life is this anyway?
Some of these people believed they either had been granted special gifts of sight, far above mine, or had moved on up the evolvement ladder because of their education/training. Of course, because of their specialness they felt that they were more learned than poor little ole me and much more proficient in expressing my thoughts for me.
The only way I could stop them in their tracks, whether they were ready or not, was to remove them from my life. For some reason the song, popular some years ago; Don't Let Me be Misunderstood just popped into my mind. Check it out if you care to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfwN0X8YnWo
I ran across an interesting and true thought this morning that I would like to share. It was that we are all spiritual/spirits, whether we know it or not. We always have been and always will be. So I wonder what is all the rush to be the most enlightened about anyway? Why are we all scurrying about trying out this and that to be what we already are? This reminds me of a question a priest once asked me which was, is anyone anymore holy than anyone else? Not sure what the right answer was, but mine was- no. You're either holy or you aren't.
(See Father Bob, even though Catholic didn't stick forever I do remember you and your interesting questions!)
I never mind people expressing their opinions and enjoy a friendly healthy debate as much as anyone else; I do mind people who try to convince me to think as they do and insist on changing my words. Please speak for yourself!
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Rest in peace
Every time someone posts something on Facebook about praying for a soul that no longer resides in a human body it gets my attention. They are probably busy praying for us when they are not otherwise occupied with living the life of a spark of light in another realm. I am sure they are resting in peace.
Of course, we miss our friends and relatives. We miss their love, humor, even their anger and the energy/lessons they brought to our life while they were here. They played their part in our drama and have more than earned a time of rest. To pray for them I believe is unnecessary and perhaps a little silly.
These souls have the best of both worlds. They no longer have to deal with the struggle of living a human life. Those who suffered from physical pain are now free to fly unaided by material bonds. These souls no longer need to worry about money or mundane chores like paying bills, washing clothes, buying gas for their vehicles or purchasing groceries. Do they even eat where they are?
Without getting involved, they have a great view of those still struggling to make the best of their human lives. I imagine we provide many hours of laughter for them as they remember, been there done that it doesn't work.
From what I have read the only thing these souls are responsible for after they leave earth is going over what they learned while they were here. Depending on the answer to that question the list could be very long or very short. It's all about how open they were to following their intuition and their hearts. How much a soul evolved during its stay probably has a lot to do with whether it will return to give it another try.
So I really don't feel it is necessary to pray for the souls who have earned a better place to reside. They have worked very hard and deserve to rest in peace.
Of course, we miss our friends and relatives. We miss their love, humor, even their anger and the energy/lessons they brought to our life while they were here. They played their part in our drama and have more than earned a time of rest. To pray for them I believe is unnecessary and perhaps a little silly.
These souls have the best of both worlds. They no longer have to deal with the struggle of living a human life. Those who suffered from physical pain are now free to fly unaided by material bonds. These souls no longer need to worry about money or mundane chores like paying bills, washing clothes, buying gas for their vehicles or purchasing groceries. Do they even eat where they are?
Without getting involved, they have a great view of those still struggling to make the best of their human lives. I imagine we provide many hours of laughter for them as they remember, been there done that it doesn't work.
From what I have read the only thing these souls are responsible for after they leave earth is going over what they learned while they were here. Depending on the answer to that question the list could be very long or very short. It's all about how open they were to following their intuition and their hearts. How much a soul evolved during its stay probably has a lot to do with whether it will return to give it another try.
So I really don't feel it is necessary to pray for the souls who have earned a better place to reside. They have worked very hard and deserve to rest in peace.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Finding the middle
I'm wondering if not finding the middle is the problem with the world today. Everyone wants to be at the top and nobody desires to be at the bottom, but what about the middle?
There are several people in my current life whose views are so totally opposite from mine that we are constantly in a battle. Because we are so focused on the differences we miss even noticing the similarities. Somebody has to be right- right? This tug of war seems to be present in a lot of lives today. What would happen if we all just dropped the rope and stopped the fighting? Peace maybe?
There is one little catch that I can see to this perfect scenario and that is it takes teamwork. Both "parties" need to be on the same page with the goal of oneness uppermost in their minds. As in a marriage or any relationship when only one person seeks a peaceful solution it's rarely going to happen.
I love the TV show The Middle and can relate to the trials and tribulations of Sue Heck, played by the talented young actress Eden Sher. She is the middle child in a family consisting of an older brother in love with himself, a younger brother with his face constantly in a book and parents who just don't quite get the fact that they are supposed to be responsible role models for their children. Poor Sue keeps trying to not only find herself, but wake up her sleeping family in the process. I keep rooting for her because I know from personal experience how she feels.
I'm not sure if finding the middle is even possible, but it would make a beautiful peaceful ending to a real life fairy tale.
There are several people in my current life whose views are so totally opposite from mine that we are constantly in a battle. Because we are so focused on the differences we miss even noticing the similarities. Somebody has to be right- right? This tug of war seems to be present in a lot of lives today. What would happen if we all just dropped the rope and stopped the fighting? Peace maybe?
There is one little catch that I can see to this perfect scenario and that is it takes teamwork. Both "parties" need to be on the same page with the goal of oneness uppermost in their minds. As in a marriage or any relationship when only one person seeks a peaceful solution it's rarely going to happen.
I love the TV show The Middle and can relate to the trials and tribulations of Sue Heck, played by the talented young actress Eden Sher. She is the middle child in a family consisting of an older brother in love with himself, a younger brother with his face constantly in a book and parents who just don't quite get the fact that they are supposed to be responsible role models for their children. Poor Sue keeps trying to not only find herself, but wake up her sleeping family in the process. I keep rooting for her because I know from personal experience how she feels.
I'm not sure if finding the middle is even possible, but it would make a beautiful peaceful ending to a real life fairy tale.
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