As we are limited in the physical contacts we are able to make, I find my relationships actually expanding, despite the attempt to enforce a solitary life.
Thank you … to the species who present themselves to me in the astral.
I love you.
The color of Love is Green … one of GAIAs main colors.
It is the tender shoots of life unfolding in the freshness of Spring. It is the many variances of hues. It is the gentleness of breezes in fields of tall grasses. It is the many ways in which it presents itself.
Compassion, Care, Empathy, Acceptance, Cooperation and an effort to ensure all have enough, that none go without.
It is in “boy, girl, boy, girl” and the “androgynous” too.
It is easy for me to love you because love is not SEX …. it is Care, and a Compassionate regard for life beyond ones own.
She asked him, ‘How much are you selling the eggs for?’ The old seller replied, ‘$.25 an egg, Madam.’ She said to him, ‘I will take 6 eggs for $1.25 or I will leave.’ The old seller replied, ‘Come take them at the price you want. Maybe, this is a good beginning because I have not been able to sell even a single egg today.’
She took the eggs and walked away feeling she has won. She got into her fancy car and went to a posh restaurant with her friend. There, she and her friend, ordered whatever they liked. They ate a little and left a lot of what they ordered. Then she went to pay the bill. The bill costed her $45.00 She gave $50.00 and asked the owner of the restaurant to keep the change.
This incident might have seemed quite normal to the owner but, very painful to the poor egg seller.
The point is, Why do we always show we have the power when we buy from the needy ones? And why do we get generous to those who do not even need our generosity?
I once read somewhere:
‘My father used to buy simple goods from poor people at high prices, even though he did not need them. Sometimes he even used to pay extra for them. I got concerned by this act and asked him why does he do so? Then my father replied, “It is a charity wrapped with dignity, my child”
The things a mother gives up would leave most people empty – but as mothers we hold ourselves high. We do our jobs, and we do it good! It’s never ending hours and requirements most would rather pass on.
– No sick days – No calling in – No personal days – No vacations – No privacy – No alone time – No personal space – No quitting – No sleep – No putting yourself first – No stopping
Yeah, it’s a lot of no’s…
Why do you do it then, you ask?
Because. – Because, you are their mother. You gave birth to the most precious beings in your life. Because you have loved them before you knew them. Because you would give your life for them. Because the smiles and unconditional love you receive is more then any sacrifice you have ever made.
Sure, it’s hard. Yeah, it has its days when you want to give up. When you want to cry your eyes out and run away. But you made a promise to care and love for these little beings. And damn it, that’s something you take very seriously!
You are a mother, and no matter the struggles and self doubt… You have one hell of a job, and you do it well!
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.
Balance between being Love and being asshole … I may have finally arrived.
What is balance exactly?
I was reminded of a single portion of it, pertaining to my writing.
If I write 10 things about light and dark, I ought to balance it by writing 10 things about self.
Self is worthy of its own attention just as much as any other is worthy of our attention.
The focus is often too much on what is outside of self … indeed, this seems to be the norm. Many are unwilling to dwell on self. I do not mean being selfish, want want want. I mean focus on the inside, what makes us tick, what does our inner child have to say, what care may we be neglecting for self?
The thoughts … are they always upon another, or others, or some thing?
Attention is the most valuable currency any form of life possesses, and ALl life has it. ALL life spends it. We give it away, here and there, yet how often does one actually sit with self and ponder what brings happiness, love and peace … to ones own life and mind?
There is plenty of chaos in this world, and most people are focused there, completely avoiding, or missing self-care.
I know, for I am one, and I see it everywhere I place my attention.
My current self-imposed task is to reign in my attention once more. To find balance, the balance that has gone catawonky.
It is give and receive.
We may be of service to others, and must balance it with service to self. Physical actions, mental efforts … not only do we give, but we are responsible for the receive … not any other person. WE give to others, WE must give to self.
If someone is demanding you give and give, and does not reciprocate, yet demands also that you never take time for self … these must be released … it is a form of vampirism.
Remembering to give to self, to care for and love self, seems to have become a lost art.
Mastering balance … it’s a challenge which requires continual conscious effort.
If the mind wanders there, pull it back to here for a time.
If it is focused on everything that is wrong, then it must also focus on everything that is right. Equal portions, in the same day.
Old habits are difficult to release.
Creating the new replacement patterns, ones that are of deeper benefit to health in body and mind more of a challenge.
Check in with body and mind and see what they say.
I was so grateful to wake this morning and to be able to share my midnight thoughts (in an earlier post).
Eyes wide open, my fur kids came in for the Love, and a bit of play before breakfast time.
I have a very nice, relaxed job I have the privilege of working, my co-workers are great people with little to no negativity, and I have opportunity to play music in my ‘office’ … Love songs … so good. I especially like to listen to men sing Love songs … melts my heart …
I’ve ordered Zentangle supplies and will get my artsy self going in creating something beautiful. I find myself humming a little tune when I do this, and my mind relaxes after a day of crunching numbers at work.
I am grateful for friends who seem to always be sharing uplifting messages and words of Love and Care … they make my new habit formation (Attitude of Gratitude) that much easier.
It is only Wednesday, but I’m dreaming of this weekend already when I will gather with those I Love, sharing care and a meal and prayer to Creator through the drum, representative of the heartbeat of the Earth, our GAIA. This brings a smile to my face, as I ponder what tasty dish to bring and share with my Soul Family.
Another Love song ….. oh, my beating heart …
Thank you to the men who are so generous with their emotions, with their Love. I am ever so grateful for you.
When I need Love …. I just close my eyes …. and there you are.
I received a ride to work thru Uber this morning from a man who came to the states from Africa.
We discussed Bill Gates and the vaccination of people in Africa, and how I thought this was complete bullshite. He mentioned they are developing their own medicines and that the root of all medicines come from Africa.
I mentioned that according to genealogy, all life has its roots in Africa.
We discussed the riots, called protests. We talked about small business owners having their life’s work destroyed in a single night … business owners of all ethnic backgrounds.
We talked about many of these so-called protesters being from out of state, shipped in by bus, paid money (by someone(s) to cause chaos in the cities.
We talked about the children and how they respond to him, open of heart, willing to accept without judgement. We talked of their parents and their ability to mimic their children’s perceptions of acceptance and care.
When he dropped me at my location I tipped him. He said he was going to get tea, that he loved tea. I mentioned I do too.
He told me I made his day, already, in this early morning.
And that made me so happy.
There is so much value in the heart of all living beings … it has absolutely no-thing to do with gender or race … it is the heart of creation, and we all share it.
Crea, Crea, Crea …..
Bless you my beautiful friends.
May you be recognized today by another aspect of life, may your intrinsic contribution to the whole be honored, as it should.
May we unite as a single organism with many parts making up the whole.