And I thought I would share it with you.
And I thought I would share it with you.
In recent days I have been having periods of inexplicable melancholy, a sort of reminiscent nostalgia that is both familiar and unsettling. Life has its ups and downs always; but I am happy to say I have moved beyond carrying old baggage around and have spent years trying to light the dark, dusty, cobweb-filled corners of sorrows past. Still….
Things happen. Like a favorite hymn of my mother’s that fills my head. Like a treasured piece of simple jewelry she gave me as a child, too worn to wear and which usually lies in a keepsake jewelry box, one that my Dad sent home to my sister when she was younger and that I somehow inherited along the way. A religious piece with white beads and tarnished plated gold bangles on which are barely legible etchings of ancient words, words I memorized as soon as I was old enough to recite verse in church Sunday School.
This morning as I opened a drawer in my regular jewelry box to choose a pair of earrings for the day, the white beads caught my eye. The bracelet lay among my other favorite bangles as though it had always been there.
I can’t shake the feeling that it was not there accidentally and I know that even if I absentmindedly moved it from one spot to another at some random moment of rearranging, this moment on this day means something more. I am still working out what it means that she reaches out to me at this time, but I know that she does.
I have been reflecting on things throughout the day. My little bracelet, now an antique, bears the etchings of one of life’s most treasured antiquities, The Ten Commandments. So many of us know them by heart. Some are way overused and even abused for the purposes of manipulation, while some are often overlooked. In my reflection on the state of our country, our world and the destiny of humankind, I thought it might be helpful to take a look at these dictates once again, but with new eyes, open hearts and a deeper understanding.
The Ten Commandments
I am the Lord thy God, thou shall not have any gods before me.
You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything.
You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God.
Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.
Honor your father and your mother.
You shall not murder.
You shall not commit adultery.
You shall not steal.
You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
You shall not covet your neighbor’s house, wife, or property.
I have some very personal reasons for not being conventionally religious at this point in my life, but I try to honor and understand the sacred teachings within religions that work to draw all of life together rather than to separate humans into groups. I also believe that a holy man in an uncertain world leading an entire nation across the wilderness to freedom faced the daunting task of trying to keep peace and sanity among those masses of humans who were hungry, tired, afraid, bored and doubtful of their future. Order was necessary. Orders from God were necessary. I wonder how much these commandments helped Moses on his journey as much as I wonder that so many people know these words so well and swear by the ideal that they are direct words from God. And yet….they do not respect nor honor the most basic of them.
You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
This one has become America’s favorite passtime.
You shall not commit murder
It didn’t say, “unless……”
How does one reconcile the absolute-ness to which certain of these commandments is assigned while others seem to be merely ‘guidelines’?
You shall not covet….
Theft and murder for something as simple as a pair of shoes has become commonplace in our society, all because humans want what someone else has. Covetous hearts cause humans to break half the other commandments. Perhaps it should have been number one on the list.
I will leave you to ponder the others and experience your own understanding anew of one of the world’s great antiquities while I am simply going to try to rework my little antique bracelet for the sake of my Mom who loves me so much she never leaves me alone. I want to wear it again. She believed, she hoped, she loved; but this world was too sad for her.
Happy mid-week my friends.
Most of you know who BJ Thomas is and have heard his famous pop music; but he also went through a very huge spiriual transformation many years ago and has produced some beautiful musical recordings of both traditional and original songs. This song always comes to mind when someone dear to me makes the journey home and awakens from this dream. It brings me peace and comfort.
The empty air between us seems
so thick, so distant, as in dreams.
Memory fades to hazy view,
framed in melancholy hue.
Razor’s edge once cut so deep
rusts in pools of tears I weep.
I wept-no more-the well is dry,
the burden gone, with wings I fly,
no more bemoan what might have been,
how sadder now the days than then-
above the noise sometimes is found
the thought of you hanging around,
more bitter than sweet.
This fellow and another were determined to be noticed this weekend. So I stood there with my camera taking dozens of shots in manual mode just to capture the essence in one or two images. I was determined too!
Man, what can I say? I am SO behind this week. Could it be due to some little thing called “work”? I am not really an uber talented gal but I take pride in my ability to juggle and multi task pretty well. This week has been mind boggling though. So glad my #Free48 showed up to rescue me!
This was how my week started…ugggg..
This will be a two-fer. I am not nearly so great at doors posts as my good friend Dan of No Facilities. He takes photos of awesome doors in all sorts of interesting places. I mean, I see doors and use doors; but they tend to be the same ones. They are either those leading in and out of work or the ones leading out into my beloved playground of nature-which has no doors! That’s why I love it so much.
Then along comes a message from my son and his beautiful fiancee telling me they are sending a little surprise package my way. Yipppeeee! I love surprises. And packages. I never expected their lovely little surprise to also be my doors salvation this week! Just look at these great doors!
And they are actually these amazing note cards. They remind me of the doors in Greece and Italy! Thank you Ande and Hayley for such a thoughtful surprise! For more great doors visit our Thursday Doors host Norm Frampton. You can see other wonderful doors there and add your own!
When I slipped downstairs this morning to catch up on posts and check the Friday prompt from Linda Hill for #SoCS, I went directly to Dan’s blog to see how things were at the bar. Linda’s prompt for today is picture. Oh goody!
My favorite thing! So I snapped this one. It pretty accurately shows my every Saturday ‘first rising’ routine.
Yeah…the doctor always wakes me up. 😉 So, here I sit, doing my writing while my art pad waits, my jewelry waits and…what was that other thing….oh, yes! OUTside. Maybe I will squeeze in some food and chores somewhere too.
And, speaking of food, this was going to be my doors contribution this week. By Friday I sorely needed some comfort in the form of Casian wings and beer. Or whiskey. Well, both! This is a favorite spot of ours. The owner is from NOLA and serves up Louisiana style fare with a twist or two. The bar is smoking but even that didn’t stop me. The bars all used to be smoking in Louisiana. Yeah, we disrobe at the front door and shower. 😏 My allergies are more forgiving that way.
Oh, and great news. Chip seems to be just fine, although I haven’t seen Dale…😕
The week ended up rather nicely so I have high hopes for at least one sunny day over this Free48! I hope yours is perfect!
So, this is a new jewelry project. I hope to do some more with it today!
Dream on folks……
I have had my share of pleasure and pain in all types of love and have come to one sure conclusion. Love should always lift you up. If you find yourself face down in the dirt too many times, your love is broken, sick or completely misplaced. It needs some work.
Funny, I never cared a lot for this song although it is beautiful. I loved the movie it themed for. I guess maybe too much hype for both of them kind of ruined it for me for a time. But it is in my head today so I am sharing the love. May it lift you up, even for a moment.
Just look at young Mr. Gere….
How about this adorable guy?
What? No, Chip. As I recall, I believe that was a gerbil….🙈🙊
I’m sorry about not delivering a #Free48 post today and I promise to catch up. The truth is I didn’t sleep well last night. I have several family members and dear friends who are struggling with health issues and they are weighing heavily on my heart.
I dreamed of one friend , a silly sort of dream, that I will try to unravel on my own; but at some point I was shown yellow roses. I know I receive all kinds of dream messages and this one was clear. Since the little birds decided to get up at 4 am and serenade me, I thought of one of my favorite hymns, one that always gave me peace and hope.
It was also one of my mother’s very favorites. This is for anyone out there who feels alone and is struggling with pain or sorrow. You are never, ever alone. Just reach out with your heart.
One of my little friends. She may not be a sparrow, but she seems pretty confident that someone is taking care of things.
Rose, yellow The yellow rose is the omen of connection and friendship between people and you….
We all need to love one another, no matter the time, distance or energy that passes between us. Have a beautiful, healing week everyone. Pass it on.
Well, today’s #SoCS prompt from Linda Hill is green.
But I was feeling more ‘blue’ this morning…
But, in the spirit of compliance I will post a bit o’ green…in keeping with the spirit o’ the day, if ya’ be gettin’ me meanin’…..
These are a few of my favorite greens….
What’s a green day without, well, Green Day….
Happy St Patty’s Day!
”This is not even one of your favorite songs!” That’s what I keep saying to my Mom who passed away when I was 21 years old. Over the years I have felt certain she was speaking to me at different times through music and other little signs. But, no. I don’t recall her ever particularly liking this tune.
Still, it has been running through my head incessantly for three days. No, I haven’t heard it on the radio or been watching any infommercials on 50’s and 60’s collections. I am also running through my mental list of other dearly departed and still-nothing. Of course how well do we often know anyone? Now it is time for a purge because I really don’t care for this tune playing all the time on constant repeat. So, here you go. Now you can have it stuck in your head too. Welcome to ‘top 40 purgatory’!
Okay, well, now that I’ve listened to the intro. I just realized it must be Mom. I was born in 1959. I love you too, Mom! Thanks. I think. 😏
You’ve really got a hold on me. 💕
How many times have I had this thought? How many times have I felt even smaller than my physical stature and emotionally ill equipped to compete in a world so driven by extreme emotion and knee jerk reaction? How many times do I compare myself to others so that I can look down on myself before anyone else does?
It took a lifetime to realize the true source of my misery. Some kind folks used to tell me, “Don’t let them steal your joy.” It made sense but still left me in the role of the victim. And how could I stop them? They were so much more confident than me-no one dared make them feel ‘less-than’. It was as if I had a neon bullseye attached to my heart that flashed out to the world, “Free shots, bring your really big guns!” So many days I have felt like a gunslinger, just waiting for the next rebel to call me out for a duel to the death.
Make no mistake. I was by no means a helpless rabbit. No, no, I am a Cancer on the astrological chart; and what Cancer does when cornered is pull out the really big claws. My fight or flight instinct has always been well honed, and I have been victorious over the long arm of evil doing on many occasions. I have to say that it was never gratifying because for we home bodied crabs, a broken relationship is always a loss, a failure, and somehow all our fault.
Along the path I have walked, I have been blessed with angels and guides, coming in all forms, including those not so palatable ones; for I know that life lessons are manifest in all that we experience. Once I began to understand that what triggered me most negatively in others was often something I feared was within me, my ability to deal with these issues changed. When we accept negative aspects within ourselves and treat ourselves with love, compassion and forgiveness, we soon realize how very small the things that once loomed large and menacing over our relationships truly are.
When we accept that the sum of ourselves is made up of many different aspects, both positive and negative, we can then close the gap of separation that keeps us so often at odds with our outer world.
This way of being is not to be confused with passivity, for such a path dictates that we accept all wounds, absorb all negative energy and never fight back-all in the name of being peaceful. I believe it is possible to be at peace within while having a warrior spirit that is ready to defend and protect ourselves when necessary.
I have arrived at an emotional place where I accept that my world truly is one where I create the environment I exist within. When I feel a soul vampire (yes, they do exist but are not so honest as to be easily recognized) honing in on me, I shut down my own emotional response system and begin calling light energy to surround me and fill the space between us. I refuse to acknowledge the attack, turn away from my own need to defend, and soon they just stop. The first time this happened was so miraculous I wanted to shout to the world. Now, the greater question for me as the deep thinker that I am is:
Am I truly shutting them down defensively or is my refusal to recognize the attack making it not exist at all? Either way, my walk has become more peaceful because I made an adjustment to that advice given me so long ago. No longer do I say, “Don’t let them steal your joy.” Instead I have taken ownership of my well-being. Now I say,
“Don’t give your joy away.” No one can steal anything from you emotionally which you do not allow or give of your own free will. The devil can’t ‘make you do it’ and the Creator is not a Geni who grants wishes to the blessed and chaste few. Life is directed by the positive flow of The Creator, and when we are in sync with that fllow, our lives work-through good times and bad. We are spiritual beings in a world held together by extreme energy. Sometimes these things blend and excite for a beautiful existence while at others they clash to create storms that often devastate. Science and spirituality coexisting since the dawn of time. Perhaps they are one and the same.
Ask the ‘lesser’ creations….
They go with the flow. They live to exist and exist because they are about the business of living. When one bird is aggressive, the other sits by until the he leaves. If the timid bird is hungry enough, she fights back, getting what she needs. I’ve never seen one off alone crying for lost bird seed, though. There really is more than enough of everything to go around.
I may not be able to change the world, but I can definitely change my way of being in it. If one is to believe in the Butterfly Effect theory, perhaps this is enough to effect some kind of positive change. And that is always a good thing.
I hope you all have a beautiful week. And if you have a chance, grab this little gem of a book. Be like Pooh. Because being a bear in the Hundred Acre Wood is a very zen thing. 😘
My latest project in the works.
So far, so peaceful. After a long, busy work week I am very happy to welcome this #Free48. And so far it looks promising. First, there was no alarm, and now I am enjoying a nice cup of coffee with ‘The Doctor’, the sun is out and hubby did most of the tough cleaning for us during the week. Toss a bit of exploration and some creative time in there and I couldn’t ask for more.
Well….maybe a visit from our little buddy. I found the shots from her near stowaway excursion with us. 😀
Okay, get your ‘awwwws’ ready.
After having my head down fiddling with coat, gloves, purse, etc, I looked up and nearly screamed until I realized who it was. Let me tell you, guys, she owns her special-ness.
“Bird! Squirrel! Blowing leaf!”
Hey, where you guys goin’? Maybe I wanna go too. Didya’ ever think about that, huh?
Today’s post brought to you by Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.
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