Today I am grateful for being broken.
I have been pushing hard at work -the daily job that sustains life- and at play -my writing and my learning from the tutelary spirits who are the old gods of the Norse Mythology. Keeping abreast on all these fronts wears me down physically. I had a recurrence of sciatica yesterday, but I have noticed that despite the pain, my joy remains intact. I can only surmise the reason for this is that I am more able to renew my spirit even when the daily grind and pain of body are present.
It is this that I am grateful for. I am also grateful for being broken every time my ego told me that I had to persevere because nobody else was doing their job -as I saw it- and each time that happened, someone else gave me of their strength until I could return to the fight. Finally, finally(!!!) I am able to see that living life is a reciprocal thing. The myth I told myself of being the strong, independent one who needs nobody is a lie. I take the walls of my heart down and see life as it is, and the generosity of others and how we all interact in the day to day grind is a very beautiful thing.
So! Creator! Life Guides! Guardian Angels! Beloved Ones! Thank you for the bottoming out moments when you stood by me -patiently, always so patiently- until I could see and accept the Love you offered in the process of this life journey! Thank you for the bottom of the well moments, when looking far, far down a dark tunnel, and the only light I could perceive at the end of things was prayer. Thank you for recovery times that allow me the grace of time to process the spiritual lessons! Thank you for all of these things. Thank you for health, which I had previously taken for granted. And most of all, thank you for the love of family and friends who make my life truly joyful. Amen-Aho!
In the middle of winter when my spirit is weary of cold and lack of sunlight, my imagination soars into the coming spring and how I would like to spend time this year. When I was young and kept horses, I would shop the catalogs and tack shops for some new piece of leather equipment – saddles, bridles, girths, breast collars, grooming equipment, and it was ever so much fun. I love the smell of leather, cleaning it, taking it apart, putting it back together, and keeping a neat tack room.
When I was older and no longer kept horses, I kept my interest in country life alive by keeping a garden. This is the time of year I fantasize about the vegetables and fruits I would enjoy eating off the land. It doesn’t even have to be a cultivated crop. Dandelions are healthy, they do not offend my sense of lawn maintenance, and are pretty to look at. I have enjoyed wandering the local feral fields in search of plants that are healthy for me and even found some that were descended from plants brought here by the colonists.
But lately my bucket list is growing. I would like to visit Iceland or Sweden, learn to speak old Norse, travel to where I can visit the Rune stones in the ancestral homelands, maybe visit the Temple at Luxor, or keep a horse again. None of these things is guaranteed, of course. But it is good to have the fire of imagination to keep me warm on a mid-winter day.
Creator, it is good to have a rich mind! It is good to have thoughts and emotions that move those thoughts to the enrichment of my present moment, mid-winter experience. Thank you!
I wanted to share this video visiting my tree friend Hem. The sounds of the waters of the waters of the local brook as they drum over rocks and under ice are truly magical. I took this moment to record the video and center my self before I entered the immediate presence of my tree friend, with whom I share joy and the peace of the grove.
Creator, we cannot always choose the circumstances and the friends we find in life, but when we do they are truly special. Thank you.
Have you made your tree friend yet today?
I said something like this to my husband, and he commented, “You are so Wyrd.” Yes, yes, I am. But it’s fun.
Stillness is another gift of teaching to come my way from my Tree friend “He.” I have mentioned before that one of my jobs is as a school bus driver, and there is a lot that my attention catches and must process on the job: careless and impatient drivers, the tedium of traffic lights, variable weather during this winter season, and not the least, the behavior of the children in my care.
At least once a week – which is about all the time I have this time of year – I visit “He” personally. We are of course often connected through HZSN, the Reiki Rune for distance healing, and via telepathy, but nothing beats the up close and personal. “He” lives in a forest that is now protected by the ownership of the NYSDEP, where loggers or any other interference with the drinking water of NYC are prevented. I take my dog for a walk and visit “He.”
Following the respectful advice given by Sandra Ingerman, I request of “He,” to enter his energy field. The answer is always an unequivocal “Yes!” “He” tells me he experiences the presence of moving beings such as myself and animal-kind as energies near to or away from himself. He senses the touch of my hands as kind of a liquid energy of grace that flows into him when I am near.
For myself, I experience “He” as an enveloping energy of green-ness, love, prescience and kindness. There is an art to listening to trees that means I turn off my internal voice and listen with the awareness of my heart. When I do this I become still. In this stillness, “He” and I merge. We remain two separate beings, but we are merged into the peacefulness that we bring to each other. There is much more depth to our friendship than this, but it is what I have time to say today.
Creator, I pray for “He’s” continued health and well being. I express love for this tree and for you, today, Creator. That this life has its share of common miracles and joys. Amen.
Today we had new snow. As luck would have it, the snow fell on a three day weekend, and I was happy not to have to shovel to get out to work. Yesterday we celebrated Alan’s 78th birthday with cheesecake and prime rib. I drew a Rune chart to experiment with a new way of reading the Runes with a pendulum. Today I caught up on book work. There is time that I need to spend earning money to pay for life, and then there is time that I need to spend celebrating life with the small tasks of living. The concept of prosperity truly encompasses all of that.
All-Father, I am grateful for the gifts of life today, for the chance to rest and catch up with myself on the living, for a chance to celebrate and honor my partner’s gift of long life, and the time to bury my nose in a sketchbook.
I woke up this morning with a vague feeling of resentment. This was not a solid emotion I could put my finger on, but more like an old habit. However, since I do a weekly Rune draw (here for January 19 – 25, 2020) the message was definite: I needed to clear my negative emotions before I could be clear to read for others.
When I am caught in a negative emotion, the most certain methods for me to escape it are prayer and gratitude. I turn it around. I take whatever upsets me and find the gift in it. The Gift is the Rune GEBO/GIFU and is a mutual exchange.
Dear Ones: Today I thank you for the snow I have to shovel. I thank you for the resentment I woke up with; this is an opportunity to practice turning around my emotional state. I thank you for the pile of dishes to wash this morning and for the good meal last night that dirtied them. I thank you for the dog to walk. I thank you for the rest provided by this weekend. I thank you for inspiration. I thank you for my home and my husband. Amen.