Thinking and Feeling

Published September 13, 2020 by tindertender

He who prefers to think than to feel, leaves his feeling to rot in darkness. It does not grow ripe, but in moodiness produces sick tendrils that do not reach the light. He who prefers to feel than to think leaves his thinking in the darkness, where it spins its net on gloomy places, desolate webs in which mosquitos and gnats become enmeshed. The thinker feels the disgust of feeling, since feeling in him is mainly disgusting. The one who feels thinks the disgust of thinking, since the thinking in him is mainly disgusting. So the serpent lies between the thinker and the one who feels. They are each other’s poison and healing.

May the thinking person accept his pleasure, and the feeling person accept his own thought. Such leads one along the way.

~ Carl Jung, The Red Book, page 248

Learning Through Experience

Published September 9, 2020 by tindertender

Shamanism is all about learning through experience. The analytical clever mind can block one getting deeper due to wanting to pick things apart, judge and criticize. The mind knows no better, it thinks it’s protecting, but it’s not. It’s hindering progress.

To really make the most of the experience you will need to either befriend your mind by thanking it and asking it to take notes and you will get back to it later, or with intent, expand your soul essence to be more encompassing than the size and influence of your mind. In this way, you can move deeper and use the mind as a defining tool rather than something blocking your way.

Blessings.

https://www.contemporaryshaman.net/

(Art: unknown as yet)

The Crone

Published September 9, 2020 by tindertender

“Remember, the ugly, old woman/witch is the invention of dominant cultures.

The beauty of crones is legendary: old women are satin-skinned, softly wrinkled, silver-haired, and awe-inspiring in their truth and dignity.”

~ Susun Weed
www.susunweed.com

Photo by Michaela durisova photography
www.michaeladurisova.com
Model: Vlasta GerhardováIG: @gerhardova

Please Love Yourself

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

I am so very tired of this traveling shame show. I can’t take it any longer. It’s ridiculous.

So many of us wandering around not happy with who we are, not comfortable in our own skin, swearing we will finally celebrate our lives when we finally do that one next thing.

When does it end?

It ends when we end it. It ends when we clear the emotional debris and try a self-celebratory way of being on for size. Not when someone’s love for us hands us back our self-worth, but when we decide to on our own terms.

Many of us go through our whole lives not loving ourselves for one minute. This has to stop. Lets stop it. Lets practice self-love. A little more every day.

Please love yourself.

You are SO divine.

https://www.facebook.com/SOULSHAPING

Old Turtle

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

Once, long, long ago … yet somehow, not so very long …when all the animals and rocks and winds and waters and trees and birds and fish and all the beings of the world could speak … and understand one another there began … an argument.

It began softly at first …

Quiet as the first breeze that whispered, “He is a wind who is never still.” Quiet as the stone that answered, “He is a great rock that never moves.” Gentle as the mountain that rumbled, “God is a snowy peak, high above the clouds.” And the fish in the ocean that answered, “God is a swimmer, in the dark blue depths of sea.” “No,” said the star, “God is a twinkling and a shining, far, far away.””No,” replied the ant, “God is a sound and a smell and a feeling, who is very, very close.” “No,” insisted the antelope, “is a runner, swift and free, who loves to leap and race the wind.” “She is a great tree,” murmured the willow, “a part of the world, always growing and always giving.” “You are wrong,” argued the island, “God is separate and apart.” “God is like the shining sun, far above all things,” added the blue sky. “No, He is a river, who flows through the very heart of things,” thundered the waterfall.”She is a hunter, ” roared the lion. “God is gentle,” chirped the robin. “He is powerful,” growled the bear. And the argument grew louder, and LOUDER, and LOUDER…

STOP!

A new voice spoke. It rumbled loudly, like thunder. And it whispered softly, like butterfly sneezes.The voice seemed to come from ….Why it seemed to come from …Old Turtle!

Old Turtle hardly ever said anything, and certainly never argued about God. But now Old Turtle began to speak.”God is indeed deep,” she said to the fish in the sea, “and much higher than high,” she told the mountains. “He is swift and free as the wind, and still and solid as a great rock,” she said to the breezes and stones. “She is the life of the world,” Turtle said to the willow. “Always close by, yet beyond the farthest twinkling light.” she told the ant and the star. “God is gentle and powerful. Above all things and within all things.”God is all that we dream of, and all the we seek,” said Old Turtle, “all that we come from and all the we can find. “God IS.”

Old Turtle had never said so much before. All the beings of the world were surprised, and became very quiet.

But Old Turtle had one more thing so say. “There will soon be a new family of beings in the world, ” she said, “and they will be strange and wonderful. “They will be reminders of all that God is. They will come in many colors and shapes, with different faces and different ways of speaking. Their thoughts will soar to the stars, but their feet will walk the earth. They will possess many powers. They will be strong, yet tender, a message of love from God to the earth, and a prayer from the earth back to God. And the people came.

But the people forgot. They forgot that they were a message of love, and a prayer from the earth. And they began to argue … about who knew God. And who did not and where God was, and was not; and whether God was, or was not.

And often the people misused their powers, and hurt one another. Or killed one another. And they hurt the earth. Until finally even the forests began to die … and the rivers and the oceans, and the plants and the animals and the earth itself … because the people could not remember who they were, or where God was.

Until one day there came a voice, like the growling of thunder; but as soft as butterfly sneezes, PLEASE STOP!

The voice seemed to come from the mountain who rumbled, “Sometimes I see God swimming in the dark blue depths of the sea.” And from the ocean who sighed, “He is often among the snow-capped peaks, reflecting the sun.” From the stone who said, “I sometimes feel her breath, as she blows by.” And from the breeze who whispered, “I feel his still presence as I dance among the rocks.” And the star declared, “God is very close;” and the island added, “His love touches everything.”

And after a long, lonesome and scary time .. the people listened, and began to hear … And to see God in one another…and in the beauty of the earth.

And Old Turtle smiled.

And so did God.

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Mental Illness

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your view), many times, this too weaves in and out of our lives, bringing an opportunity for pain processing, giving its many lessons, and often also the healing needed …. blessings to all those brave souls who withstand, face, and usually overcome the visitor when it arrives. Courage looks different at various points in life … and sometimes, we must face our trials alone … and yet, never really alone.

I believe the visitor brings us the reconnect to spirit often needed to get back on track. Difficult to find, yet possible, with patience, with practiced endurance.

Here is to never giving up …

The world needs all of us and our various offerings in order for balance to truly be.

Yes, sometimes we need the tools science provides to regain our own internal balance … there is no shame in this.

Reach out, to your higher power, to your friend, to your doctor, to the angels … to Creator … whomever you need …. and know they are with you, aiding you.

Here’s a little something Jeff Brown wrote:

“God does not give you more than you can handle.” Really? Did you ask God yourself? Did she confirm your theory? Look, I get that sometimes we say stuff like this because we don’t know what else to say, or because we actually think it helps. We don’t want people to give up. We want them to keep on fighting to stay alive. But, honestly, it doesn’t help. Few survivalist mantras do. Because there is more to life than survival at all costs. There is more to life than armoring up and toughing it out in the heart of our suffering. There is also something to be said for healing our way to wholeness. For meeting each other in our woundedness. For embracing the possibility that our trauma is actually a lot more than we handle. So, next time you feel tempted to tell a trauma survivor, “God does not give you more than you can handle,” try something different. Say this, “Something tragic has happened. You should not have to handle it alone. How can I help you to grieve and to heal?” Remind them that God is a soft place to land. Remind them that God is compassion in human form. ~ Jeff Brown https://www.facebook.com/SOULSHAPING

Affirmation 9-8-2020

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

Today is a day to focus on the strength that I must have in order to do what I need to do. There are many kinds of strength – strength of character, the strength of my body, the strength of my beliefs. I can be called on at any time to use one or all of them. I can be strong when I need to be, and use my strength to protect, to defend, to withstand. I can use all of my strengths today, wisely and meaningfully, as and when I need to.

~ A Daily Book of Pagan Prayer by Megan Day

The Battle

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

I want you to look at this photo.
I mean -really- look at it.
What do you see?

Two women. Two battles.

Two hearts. Two souls. Two bodies.

When you look at this photo, try not to judge.

Instead, try to understand that we all face our own battles every day.
Some we might share with others, some we keep to ourselves.
They might be obvious. They might not be.

Everyone is facing something they struggle with.
EVERYONE.

And no matter what separates your battles from hers, his battles from theirs, we’re ALL human.

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