Thursday, March 2, 2017
Saturday, December 10, 2016
When you pay in barbs and insults, your love and kindness account becomes overdrawn. What you have purchased is distrust. Regardless of your claims, your investments eventually become clear. Your return is negative, and your currency will fluctuate, then fall. Your credit is rated poor. Communication ends. Doors that were once held open just for you, may be closed and even locked. You may find yourself on the outside looking in at what was once yours. This is what happens when you don't guard the treasures you already have. You chose your currency, and this is your return on investment.
|How many times will you rebuild, |
only to watch your investments repeatedly
fail in the same way?
Each failure was an option to learn and grow and do better. Repeating the same proven failed strategies shows a belief that there is more comfort in the struggle than in the light.
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
I got something HUGE out of sitting in the silence just now.
I was on my deck listening to the breeze, wind chimes, and my wonderful miniature wind gong. My father died a couple of days ago. I was taking a breather from an emotional few weeks and an emotional data dump into another solar system (well, that's what it felt like) that I just released on Facebook a couple hours earlier. My dear friend, Moe, sent me a note of encouragement about my Facebook post (data dump) and my previous blog post ("The Dark Soul and Little Spitfire"), and I stated something to him about how many of my blog posts have a distinct topic, but are vague or esoteric in nature. That is by design -- no accident, because it is kind of like a song. You know how a song means different things to different people? I might hear a song one way, and you hear it differently, or it has a different meaning for me than you. That is the reason I am vague and casual in my blog posts many times. I want the topic to be clear, but the parameters to be set by the reader. This way it can have many meanings, and the meaning/s can even change over time as our thinking and experiences evolve as well.
I think my style is effective for the purposes I mentioned above. However, here's the meat. What I got while sitting in the silence was how extremely ineffective it has been for me in my real, in-living-color life. I am a natural introvert, and a reluctantly-learned extrovert; so this is a tragic, perfect fit. There are times in life when diplomacy is most certainly called for, and a lack of it can cause more harm than good. There are times when tact and/or caution are necessary. But I see how tip-toeing around myself in order to avoid injury to others down my path of personal healing has only prolonged and deepened the injuries. I am not saying one should just bulldoze over people and their feelings, but I AM saying that I have forgotten who I am to myself. I have forgotten to treat myself like the one and only me that I will ever, ever, EVER have. Why should I not treat myself the way I try to treat others whom I revere, and the way that I advise them to treat themselves? So rather than opening myself up to personal things, I am... VAGUE. And if I want to get deep with it, that's not really an honest way of being.
Now, don't get me wrong. I can talk and TALK about all kinds of things. I have been told more than a few times that I talk too much! But if you're one to really pay attention, you would notice that next to none or absolutely ZERO of what I was talking about had anything very personal or vulnerable about me in it. If you feel this is not true about me, then consider yourself one of the chosen extreme few. That's not bragging, by the way, it's part of today's epiphany.
I also get that my vague style of communicating personal things is a protection. I am sure as I am Irish that it is my own training. All the way to his death, if you didn't agree with my father, you were going to pay. So, I mastered "vague." Hell, I JUST said to my husband THIS very morning after I posted my data dump, "I will probably never fully trust anyone." <blink> Wow. Way to go... Team... ➟➟➟➟➟➟ of ONE! How convenient for someone who wants to stay stuck in the beige realm. (Is that taupe or ecru? No one really knows.)
I will remember to revere
and take care of
my one and
An Aside: I just took a break from writing this blog post to read some of the comments on Facebook. After I posted my blast, I purposely ignored it for a while. I was fully expecting some cricket noises, maybe a few thumbs-up, and possibly some negative returns. But I am in tears right now instead at the support I have received. This is what happens when you put yourself on an island in your mind instead of sharing. You begin to think you are alone in your feelings and experiences. I am touched by the kind and caring comments, as well as some private messages, text messages, and phone calls I have received in response. I hate to sound cliché, but my mind is just blown. It is time for me to do the work of someone who is ready to move forward from where I've been stuck.
I am sad. I am tired. My head hurts. I feel a little less angry today, but I see I have a ways to go, and I fully understand it is totally up to me to find my way to peace. This is a journey I have to take alone. I don't mean that in that lonely, sad way -- like "I don't want anyone around" way, or "There is no one to help me" lugubrious way. It just is what it is! Some lessons and transformation are truly and simply a journey for one.
So, what am I going to do about this revelation? What am I going to do next? I'm going to buy more wind chimes, that's for sure. Those things are MAGIC... like Tinkerbell! For sure I need to be responsible. What that looks like is no longer allowing people to abuse my time, which includes family gossip and anything or anyone that just doesn't feel good or right, or anything that puts me in the position of aligning myself with someone that consistently and purposely makes others feel bad. After that... I need to stay present and conscious, and I'll just keep breathing (both directions), learning, and sharing.
Stay with me. I'm sure my ride is not over.
ღ Love yourself. ღ
I would like to go back
and hug her so tight!
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Sunday, September 11, 2016
A story that starts over and over again to have a happy ending
Once upon a time, there was an evil man with an infectious smile and a big sense of humor -- but a dark soul, he was. Nothing good about this man was genuine. He smiled on the outside, but his insides were murky and sour. He covered it up by putting on a gregarious and charitable act for all to see, but in the dark is where he crafted his masterpiece of deceit and lies. His energy was strongest in the dark where no one could see and where he could keep his secrets hidden. In the dark was where he lured his victims, where he would devour them with enticements of money and favors that they could never repay fully, except with the defeat and surrender of their consciences. Even then, this Dark Soul would not be done with you. Once you bowed to him, you were eternally damned with only one way out. That way was a rarely chosen one which forced the affected to leave all behind. His force was so strong, and so dense was his canvas of lies, that only a scant few could see out. Some who saw through his darkness continued to pander to him anyway out of fear. If you walked through the blinding exit, your true essence would be forgotten by all that you knew and loved, eclipsed by the grimy portrait of lies painted by the Dark Soul that sucked the good out of everything he touched. He breathed in what goodness he could find and regurgitated stench; and when he breathed in stench, he regurgitated his own demons that were always someone else’s fault.
There was a little soul, a Little Spitfire born to the Dark Soul and a Family of Light. She was innocent to the inner workings of the dark side. But as she matured she began to come into her own mind, and she began to see the contrast between the Dark Soul and the Family of Light. She also began to come into her own awareness about the world around her -- the world she was immersed in. This was the corner the Dark Soul missed when he brought the little soul into the world. He misjudged his own powers of influence and mistakenly thought that he was stronger than all else. After all, the evidence was there that he was the great influencer, was it not? But indeed he had not learned that the Light is always greater than darkness; he had born his daughter into the Family of Light as well as his own, and he had immersed his daughter into a world full of life, colorful surroundings, and cultures. As his darkness grew, so did the little soul’s awareness. Her immediate surroundings became intolerable, as he not only weighed on her illuminated conscience, but also weighed heavy on her little heart. The Dark Soul’s abuse was growing in the dark that was beginning to take over. Then one day the Light Protector decided it had become too dark for anyone to grow, and gave the Little Spitfire the option to stay where she thought she knew her surroundings, or to come with her and live where only Light was allowed. Having had enough of the stench of the darkness, the 13 year old Little Spitfire chose to go with the Light Protector. She had no idea that nearly an entire family would turn away from her because of her choice to grow -- even her grandparents.
As the years passed, Little Spitfire and Light Protector grew and learned together. The Dark Soul tormented them whenever and wherever he could for years. He ruined vehicles, stole jewelry, would call endlessly, spoke horrible language, and stole money from Little Spitfire. He even enlisted other family members, childhood friends of Little Spitfire, and friends of Light Protector to keep tabs on them for him. He relied on their gossip and willingly and relentlessly spread untruths about them to his own family and friends. The Dark Soul even entered Little Spitfire’s school one day shouting epithets at her teachers and administrators to coerce them to have her removed. Fortunately, it only caused them to frown upon him and feel bad for his embarrassed Little Spitfire, and he was banished from the grounds. He did anything he could to spread the darkness. He knew he couldn’t survive in the Light. Every nasty, big or little thing he did to them, he would turn into a different story to his comrades and family. His stories were so big and he held so much power, that nearly 40 years later these stories are still believed as the truth, and have been retold and spread by many. Interestingly enough, not one word has ever been said directly by any of these players to the Little Spitfire or the Light Protector directly about any of these stories. One can only surmise that it must be easier to believe a lie than to find out the hard truth about everything you thought you knew.
Several years passed, and the Dark Soul was only heard from intermittently with an occasional drive-by, or through packages of old pictures or knick-knacks being left anonymously on the Light Protector’s doorstep. Spitfire had grown into her own life by now, but was living in the darkness of the trauma left behind from him. For a while, it seemed that his darkness had followed her and was going to live on through her. She didn’t realize it until she made a lot of mistakes, some which hurt other people, but most hurt her own life. Spitfire had an awakening one day when the Light shone on her just right, and she realized that she had little souls of her own that were being affected by the Dark Soul, though his physical presence was absent. She was at once angrier than she had ever been in her life, but quickly realized that this anger had been the downfall all along -- that it had been the remaining shade casting out the Light trying so hard to pull her through for so many years. In the realization alone, the warmth from the Light began to spread, and little by little, more became illuminated. The most important thing that showed up for Spitfire was herself, and the realization that she held all the power for herself and her little souls all along. She had just forgotten in the darkness to open her eyes.
The next chapter in Spitfire’s life was challenging as she learned a new way of thinking and teaching her little souls and for herself. She had to learn to love the forgotten life she hated in order to have Light everywhere. Darkness can be like an addiction, and can suck you back in when you aren’t paying attention. So Spitfire tried very hard to be aware of her surroundings at all times. Again, she made lots of mistakes, but always brushed herself off and vowed to never make the same mistake twice. Her biggest wish was for her little souls to grow in the Light and not have to know the darkness that she did. She worked diligently to cultivate the characteristics in them that the Dark Soul would never have taught -- diplomacy, honesty, sincerity, tenacity, decency, impartiality, frankness, honor, unconditional love -- whatever she felt were crucial to a life of integrity and courage.
By now, Spitfire’s little souls were on their own, and as some of us do when we feel we have forgiven those in dark places, we think we are strong enough to go back and visit. We think we have risen above and feel that somehow we “should” out of a forgiving spirit. And so it goes, that we learn all the while we live. At least, that’s the point of it anyway. A few of us choose to ignore the lessons and are doomed to repeat them. So Spitfire went back for a visit, and she stayed for a while until once again, the Dark Soul began casting his shadows upon her life. She realized that he was one of those that would die having never learned, and would take with him his darkness to the very end. And sadly, those that would mourn for him would never know the true Light as long as they remained under his cloak of darkness and refused to even peer into the Light. Spitfire learned that forgiveness does not mean you need to revisit darkness to show the strength of forgiveness. The strength of forgiveness is shown in the manner in which we live our lives. It is in the proof that we do not repeat the mistakes from which we turned. The lesson is proven when we realize that those scars caused in the darkness are ours forever, but not to pass down and share. They are only bookmarks, or reminders, like those pushpins on a map. The Light is shown when we no longer pretend to or show reverence for the darkness that caused the scars, and refuse to lend credence and participation to the Dark Soul’s insidious ego any longer.
Spitfire has come to realize that even in death, the Dark Soul will live on through those that carry out his legacy of darkness, and it will continue to be repeated until someone says, “Enough!” and chooses the Light instead. She chose a different world for herself and for her little souls so that eventually his darkness will end. Light always wins over darkness, but it is a conscious choice. It was the best choice, but it was not an easy path. She will remain forever grateful for her Family of Light that showed her a dichotomy in her bubble. She remains strong in her resolve, but unsure if she would have recognized that it was the Light shining on her without them. Her early training in the darkness has caused a ripple that is a constant struggle against her own worst self, but the Light shines so bright on her awareness that she can never become unconscious again. Sometimes it's up to the beholder to give broken things a purpose.
Lessons continue, and darkness is always waiting. Spitfire will always keep her head up so she can see, and protect her own to the end. She knows about the cycle. It is illuminated now and cannot be unseen. She thinks to herself how she would have liked to have learned these lessons another way, but she understands that this must have been what it took to change the course for her little souls and her to have a different life.
"Goodbye, Dark Soul. You’ll have to leave without me."
|Sometimes it's up to the beholder|
to give broken things a purpose.
|Light always wins.|
Monday, August 15, 2016
"If you're not with me, then you're against me!"
We take sides in family, friendships, politics, the workplace, and more! Often, we even take pride and puff out our chests at the divide of which we are at the root, when often we probably should be hiding our faces at the damage we have done – often irreparable. Sometimes we get so wound up in it that we can’t get out, and we collect other accomplices and victims in our ball of twine as we wind up to make sure we are not in it alone. Then we assume that those who won't join us are therefore on the opposing side. Is it worth it? Does it make us better individuals or life better when we support another person, group, idea, etc., so vehemently that relationships fall into a cavern of uncertainty or spiral down into oblivion? Did we actually provide a measurable service for anyone? Or, was it all done for a power-feed for our own ego or other personal gain?
Sure, sometimes we find we must let someone or something go (bad match, matters of safety, etc.), but that is not what I am talking about. So as not to justify butting in where we don’t belong, or so obtrusively inserting ourselves where we aren’t needed, I am specifically talking about occasions and instances where we are an outside party and have an opportunity to take a step back and “assist” only if asked. I am talking about times where a difference could actually be made by our absence and by keeping our mouths closed – where showing our support would look more like keeping our personal thoughts in our heads vs. putting them into someone else’s space. I am also talking about how allowing the outcome to be whatever it is going to be without interjecting or injecting our personal selves into it where matters do not require our attendance, literally or figuratively.
There is always more... or none!
Truth – this is hard to do sometimes! It is so easy to get caught up, especially if it involves someone/something/a group that we love or despise. We want to take sides! Sometimes we think we have to take sides. But do we have to? Instead of jumping right in, how different might the outcome be if we first took some time to assess the need for us to insert ourselves in some way, and then just opted out instead? Or in the case of family and friends, what if we just waited to be asked for assistance or advice, and then still only gave what was actually needed vs. what we personally felt? We might stop here to consider that when we think we are helping someone with our opinions that we might actually be putting that person in an uncomfortable position with us! They might really love us so much that they won’t say anything in order to avoid offending us. It happens! From there may come avoidance, distrust, dishonesty… you get the picture. Or, you may just get an earful, and then what? Once you have inserted yourself as someone’s steadfast ally, what will you do if they change their mind and go a different direction than what you want for them? How are you now going to react and respond with their once-opposing side, or yet another new choice?
What I am suggesting here is to think way ahead before you jump in feet first, eyes closed, and mouth open if you are considering taking sides with someone or on something. Once you choose sides you are dividing more than just the two entities in question. Your energy in the matter will cause a wake. There is more than one way to show your love and commitment to your person, cause, or group, and it does not always have to mean making the “other side” appear wrong. Do not expect everyone to jump on board with you if you choose to take sides; and when someone chooses not to, do not fall for the false dilemma that just because they aren’t “with you” that they are “against you.” Do not actualize an enemy or opponent where there was none. They may simply realize they have other options, as do you.
Here's an idea!
Monday, July 18, 2016
It is hard to tell the difference sometimes, isn't it? Often it is very clear who is the one in the wrong, but many other times it is hard to differentiate. What about those times when our loyalties to a person or a group cloud our judgments? Or maybe our judgments aren't clouded so much as we are just too afraid of rocking the boat to jump ship, or to just draw the line and say "enough is enough." A lot of times we just don't take the time to step back and even listen or try to understand the other person or group. We "love" and are attached to our own understanding so much that we don't even take a second thought that there might be something more, something else, something beyond our personal experiences and comprehensions. That is not LOVE. Now I am not saying that you do not love that person, that entity, that group, etc., but if you can't love them all, then truly, it is incomplete. It is one thing to show support, but it is completely another when the support is actually hateful competition.
Love is ALL-encompassing, and leaves no one out. Love does not discriminate or differentiate, and it is always complete. It is static, yet fluid at the same time. It is everywhere and never absent. It is there for the asking and the taking, yet is best when given. It is a verb and a noun, and you can give it away and even give it to yourself (highly recommended). But we pick and choose... why?
We show favor to one family member, while we backbite and gossip about another. We condemn one group of people trying to survive over another. We close our minds and hearts to someone who doesn't look like us or think like us, and the whole time we are claiming love for the one we chose. It is incomplete. Get out of the way.
Do I accomplish LOVE all the time? No. I understand that I'm in its way sometimes. When are you in the way? When are you blocking it or preventing it for someone else? I also understand that if I purposely block it for someone else, that I'm blocking channels somewhere for myself as well. Be careful about the love you profess for someone, something, or a group. If your "love" is a clever disguise as hate or discord, you may fool some people, but you will not fool LOVE. If you are clouding someone else with discord, realize that you are doing it to yourself as well. Do yourself a favor and get out of the way.
I am a work in progress, and continually working on this. I know a few people that I think are so good at showing and being LOVE all the time, and when they aren't, they are able to quickly redirect. That is the side I want to be on and keep practicing. I hope that is the side you will choose. Think about it. Whose side are you on?