OUR SACRED SELVES-family

 

 

 

We were privileged to have many Bernards at our last Sunday table.  Seafood gumbo and all the trimmings.

I am reminded of my new "favorite" author, Nancy Martin.  In this, No Way To Kill a Lady, the first book I have read by her, she says, "Over the last couple of years, I had decided that if you find yourself in a dysfunctional family, the most sensible course of action is to create a new family of your own."

I have.
And I am grateful.
Namaste.

OUR SACRED SELVES-words

I like words, they make me a jolly old fellow,
I like words, they make me feel smart,
and sometimes they make me feel mellow,

You say: make--me--feel--mel--low.........

These words have been rattling around in my head all morning.  They are paraphrased from an old Tom T. Hall song called, I LIKE BEER.

Wanta sing along?

OUR SACRED SELVES-12 STEPS

It sure feels like more than 12 steps since I started recovery in the early 1990's.  I can go spiraling back so easily, yet now I have the tools, if I use them.

I have a wonderful meeting that is just women but embraces all addictions.  Yesterday I learned that people pleasing is controlling.  Who would have thought?  I thought when I did nice things for folks I was just doing or saying nice things.  But my co-dependent roots still run very deep, and today I can see a little more clearly than yesterday. 

Today I know that God is with me and will help me stay in the present moment, if I ask Him.

I am asking.

OUR SACRED SELVES-ROADS

The reading yesterday, in my 12 step book For Today, reminded me of the long and winding road I have trod toward my recovery.  Today, the "path is not always smooth and comfortable, but it is leading me to freedom."

And today I am grateful.

HOME IS WHERE WE START FROM

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.
-Sigmund Freud

This quote from the page of Mary Englebright's weekend wisdom really has me thinking.  I first wonder what Freud's childhood was like, then quickly switch to my own.  My father was a good man.  But I don't think he ever "got me."  I truly think he didn't know "what to do with me." 

Being his only child, a daughter who he didn't even see for two years due to the war, I am sure he thought he loved me, but back then and even now I suppose, parents, especially fathers, are a bit scared of parenthood.  True, the first child is a dilemma, albeit a magical one.  We want everything to be perfect, everything done correctly. Exhausted love. We "learn" on our first child, and most times it is easier on those who come after.

But looking back, I see my mother in the starring role.  She was scout leader, cook, seamstress. Even protector.  I know I am who I am today because of her.

For you my children who did not have all the love and protection that you should have, I need you to know one thing.  You are so loved. 

I send my love and thanks for the many exellent fathers I now have in my life: sons, sons-in-law, husbands, uncles, brothers, neighbors, friends.  For all you folks who sometines don't know what to do with someone in you life, let me tell you: hugs and giggles.  That's all we really need.

BIG HUG.

OUR SACRED SELVES-home

This studio, in which  reside, holds the pieces of my soul that I have gathered and stored for the past 16 summers.  It may look messy to you but to me it is home.

My morning ritual consists of lighting candles.

I invite you to create a ritual that makes your space your home.

Happy Week-end.
Namaste

IAM

"You have no greater purpose, no lesser purpose, than to be host to the unfolding nature of holiness.  It is a beautiful expression that each of you bring in your own way: the reflection of the face of God, the reflection of the face of the Divine.  Each of you in this time are the harvest of holiness."

~Onada

I awoke this morning with last nights words of my "reluctant patient" in my head.  "We've got the power Ros, we've got the power!"!                                                                                                                                    

 

 I then read my October messages from Onada.  They reinforced in me that we all have the power to heal and be healed.  Not only the power but the responsibility to see our "absolute wholeness".

 



 

As I turned on the lights in my two MUSE altars that are still in progress, I saw magic.  The magic of love and friendship and enlightenment. I am so grateful that at this time in my life I have my art to give me solace and reprieve.

I want to share this hope and this love with you.

Nameste.


(Please forgive the alignment problems of my old and stubborn computer)

AND THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT THE BLUES

"I've got a blue love in my heart."
Hank Williams lyrics from19....

The truth is, I am living with a person with cancer, who doesn't seem to want to live, although he professes he does.  He is scared, granted.  He is tired of all these body invasions. Understood.  But he has only reached out to me once to do reiki on him, although I do sneak in a bit while he sleeps.

I have learned that I can talk to ones guardian angels, ones higher self, and ask for help FOR them.  That's the kind of intervention we need right now.

Will you help me?
Ask them to whisper in his ear.

I've lit my white candles.
Will You?

Nameste.