2 / Seed ~
Kan
The germination of ideas whose time has come.
Abundance is
gathered as with a fisherman’s net.
Freedom from past patterns or traps can be achieved.
Remember, you hold a net that works.
LEARNING EACH OTHER
Ian and I were at the
beginning of our relationship. They call
this
the honeymoon stage. I had some errands to run, the clothes were
in the drier, asking Ian to pull the clothes out when the drier stopped.
He smiled, said he
would. Returning home from the errands,
walking
Into the bedroom, the
clothes were neatly spread out on the bed. Smiling
inwardly, touching the damp clothes. Ian was doing something in the
Kitchen, walking towards
him, he opened his arms, I walked into him, we hugged, putting the groceries
away. I said, “thank you for
taking the clothes out of the drier.” With his bright smile, “you’re welcome.”
“I just learned something
about my communication, asking you to take
the clothes out of the drier, you surely did that,
again, thank you, next time, I will complete my request by saying, make sure
the clothes are dry.” We giggled.
Learning, always, I don’t
care how long you’ve been with someone, there’s
going to be times when a situation occurs that hadn’t
been presented until
that very moment, its what you do with it that makes it laughable, or upsetting.
I could have made Ian wrong
for taking the clothes out of the drier wet, what
would that have gotten me? Looking at my communication, that’s where I looked. I had internal thoughts, {common sense would
say, the clothes aren’t dry, put a few more minutes on the timer.} So, that’s not what happened,
what happened was he took the clothes out damp. Spread
them neatly on the bed. Pleased that he did what I had requested, take the clothes out of the drier when the drier
stops. Clear
communication.
When I have expectations
that another thinks the same way I do, that’s a sad
state of affairs. Just like our thumb print, we have a unique way of looking at the same
vista, with our unique interpretation.
If we were all alike, this
would be a boring place to be, the diversity, choices, that’s where the
creativity comes from. If we were born with the talents that Mozart had, or
Gandhi, we would be bored out of our skin.
What ever your talents are,
those are the gifts from Source, treasure them, and for sure share them. Take ownership, when someone tells you how
fantastic you are, own that, know that they are your mirror, they’re reflecting
to you what you hadn’t seen, not the way you were seen by the other, the one speaking
to you about you.
Ian and I would talk about
this subject, taking ownership, Ian was the most
brilliant man I had ever met, and at times the biggest pain in the ass. We came to the same conclusion, that what
lies with in oneself is what lies within oneself.
Meaning, Mozart was Mozart, he used his gifts, shared
it with the world, he wasn’t special to himself, he was a man with a talent,
recognized that talent, gave it to the world.
Ian’s talents went way
beyond his ability to take what could have been a complicated subject,
presented it in such a way that our world is lighting up with glory from every
angle.
Ian sculpted miniatures, he made metal figurines for model trains that
were used in museums. He sculpted the first Ninja Turtle in metal. He would take piano wire molding it into a
dragon.
He was looking to do
something new, something that the world didn’t know they were missing. “Find a need, fill a need.” {This line was in
the animated film, Robots,} not really knowing what that something was, he went
to the library, scanning the shelves, finding a book on the Maya, their culture
and designs. Pulling a book off the shelf, randomly opening the book to see ‘The Crocodile Tree.’ That was the first piece he sculpted. To me,
this is the most powerful piece. Yes, I
love the Galactic Butterfly, the one around my neck doesn’t come off, it’s a part of me. The Crocodile Tree. Wow.
By the way, that is truly
how Ian started his adventure with the Maya.
There was a story about two
women meeting on the street, one says to the other, “that’s a beautiful
dress.” Looking down at her dress she reply’s, “Oh, this old thing.” By not acknowledging the gift that was given,
you discourage the giver. When my Momma
was in her body, I shopping for something I thought she would love, it was her
birthday, finding a beautiful scarf, {she loved scarf’s} writing a love poem for her. Handing her my gift, she said, “you shouldn’t have spent the money.” I felt my heart miss a beat. A thank you, I love it, would have filled my
heart. Well for years I stopped buying
her gifts, then one year I found this tiny music box, it was for a child, with
a crank on the side, a picture of a organ grinder and monkey embellished the
front, finding the perfect box, little pink ribbon tied around neatly, watching her look at
this before taking the ribbon off, she turned it around in her hands.
I can still see us standing
outside the restaurant waiting for the rest of the family to appear. The smile on her face when she turned the crank on the tiny box, we went back in time, she was a
little girl, my heart opened to her once again.
Who are you when someone
gives you a gift, how do you respond to them. How do you want to be responded
to when you give a gift to another. Speak the way you
want to be spoken to. Knowing that ‘LOVE’
is all there is, why in this beautiful world would you want to say anything that’s hurtful.
Did you hear this when you
were young. “If you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say anything
at all.” Makes sense to me. . .
Robert Roskind sent me his books, “Rasta Heart A Journey Into One Love.”
For those who love to read,
{as I do} avail yourselves with these, here’s his contact info. www.rastaheart.com roskind@boone.net
While reading his adventure
in
Jamaica
, feeling the people through Roberts words. I haven’t explored
Jamaica
, sure want to. I know I will, it’s the when part that is out there somewhere.
Our
New World
is ‘One Love’. Those whom are
drawn to one another through the energy and consciousness of the ‘One Love’
will find our way to our
New
World
.
As we approach the mid day
of this 5th day, {21st May} the experiences have become
more intense, I know you’re feeling what I’m feeling about this consciousness
acceleration. There’s nothing to do, ALLOW everything,
be the witness of your own divinity. We’re remembering who we truly are. The lessons are complete, the memory has returned.
Love, Joy, Compassion, Gratitude, Love.
Being in the lead wagon is
for the ‘wayshowers’. You know who you are, you know how exciting
it is to be out there, there’s so much ‘juice’ when you allow yourself to
explore beyond what others might call ‘insane’. . .
I wouldn’t trade my life’s
journey for anything, no~thing would have me want
anything to have changed, I love my
life, this is the journey I’ve chosen. This is the journey ‘YOU’VE chosen. Since you’ve chosen this, keep it close to your heart. In the event you don’t care for the first
choice, choose again.
11 /Sun ~ Ahau
Six of us gathered around
the fire, the full moon was coming up over the mountain, speaking our intentions, creating a space for Mother Earth,
Father Sky, all the elementals, water trickling in the pond, breeze uncommonly
strong. The instruments were brought out. I hadn’t drummed in quite a while.
I was astonished that I was
able to drum for as long as I did, I become one with my drum, not feeling my
arms, not feeling any part of my body, it was the beat,
nothing else existed, the sounds, Mother Earths Heart Beat.
We drummed for a couple of hours. The sensations of healing the planet, all the while healing our
personal hearts.
We’re going to have a
weekly drumming circle, it will be on Wednesday, it would be fantastic for
circles to gather all over the globe on the same evening, we gather around 5 or
6 pm
. Bring food
to share, or not. What ever, it always is in divine order.
Then on the 21st.
gather for a ‘Love’ circle, holding hands, putting forth the momentum as we
enter into the second half of the 5th day. These are powerful
times. It’s time to choose your destiny, are you going to be
with us reentering a memory from long ago.
Blessings
beloveds. In Lak’ech.
|
