COLORADO & PULLING WEEDS…”

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Today, as I pulled weeds from our rock garden, I realized the rocks held tight to these intruders as if implying they were here to stay. For those of you who know my blogs—yes—there is a link between what was intended and how our garden actually grows.

EXAMPLE AUTOMOBILES: I was born and raised in Trinidad, Colorado and until I was seven years old we did not have an automobile. So when Dad came home with IT Mother insisted we put on cleans clothes and shoes (we went barefoot all the time). Sometime later we learned we were to take a family trip to Denver. In those days IT was the center of our Colorado. We all got sick from the fumes rising into the car but no one complained because Denver was our destination! Compare this to today when some use their vehicles for weapons & lawyers are everywhere.

EXAMPLE EDUCATION: We learned what there was to learn in those days. Books were in print and never up-to-date. One BIG scare while in high school was the fact We the People were warned that the Russians were coming for us. We were advised, by those who said the Russians were coming, that when they did arrive we were to hide beneath our wooden desks. Naively my friends and family took this threat seriously. These days there are ultimately much easier ways for Russia to attack us without touching our shores.

EXAMPLE TECHNOLOGY: Pencils and paper and rulers and machines that clicked and libraries and calculations on paper and cursive and Hallmark cards we wrote in and typewriters and Gregg Shorthand Simplified and storytelling by writers in hardbound books one could smell and television and connecting with others by telephone and whatever you wish to add to this list.

EXAMPLE FOOD: We had local stores where everyone knows your name. Where people could promise to pay for food later and they did. Where most had gardens with vegetables and all food was cooked by hands who knew the purpose of its nutrients. Contrast the warnings on the news these days as to what is or is not good for us or contaminated or a new version of yesterday’s food and those end dates on packaged products of all kinds. I’m curious if the dates are arbitrary or real?

EXAMPLE MEDICINE: I do not remember taking pills when I grew up. There were no cupboards to lock in case a child might get curious about what looked like candy. And did we have as many illnesses before the list of their possibilities started to run across every television station asking us to call our doctor just in case we have one of the symptoms mentioned. And I question if in fact if marijuana helps some illnesses why haven’t the pharmaceutical companies jumped onboard. It’s not like marijuana hasn’t been around forever.

EXAMPLE LEGAL MARIJUANA: Just a question: Are the legal monies for selling marijuana actually reaching the COLORADO CHILDREN to enhance their education. Some say yes and some say no. This question is like those weeds I chose to pull this morning: intruders in my garden that are coming harder and harder to pull.

“Energy & Our Thoughts…”

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If thought is energy and we know that energy is always conserved—meaning it cannot be created or destroyed—then why do we spend so much time and energy in our thoughts?

My thoughts these days run a gamut of when will I absolutely be beyond last year living with an infection intent on killing me and its afterthoughts now in other parts of my body. I’d never thought about an end-game to illness because I’d never faced IT before. So one of my thoughts is: I’m alive isn’t that enough? My answer: hell no! I want the ME I used to be and that just isn’t going to happen—ever!  

That thought brings on the poor me melody and I want so much to yell aloud: “Get out! Just get the hell out of my body and LEAVE me alone. Each of us knows that this type of self-pity takes a lot of energy so thank goodness energy cannot be destroyed or I’d be in real trouble.

I had one life and I now have another that draws me to my purpose of this life. It changes, you know, our direction in life, for any number of reasons. The thoughts of my body demand that I work hard to heal and to rest when tired. Yet that which is energy gives me bursts of power to talk with others about the value of our stories and my novel “The Respite” and my book that asks the question “Postcards from God/How Do Angels Fly” and an essay on energy and a new effort entitled: “The Energy that is Compassion.” 

Oh, I just had another thought! Energy is a word that means power, force, vigor and my favorite: get-up-and-go! And I shall!

Life Lessons

June 22, 2011 – Lessons since my last blog!

{DISCLAIMER: I list but a few lessons lest readers ‘drift off’ into their own!}

Over the past several months, my mother showed up from the ether of the afterlife. She came to set me free from something I didn’t know I was doing. The irony is that during her lifetime I tried to set her free from depression. This feels like a mother bird (in both cases) that sits on her eggs until they hatch and are freed to fly on their own.

Our past is NEVER passed. It reverberates like the beat of a drum in rhythm with our anger and our healing.

Illness (mine, minor but long-lasting) can strike without notice or permission and, aging is an acquired taste.

Two younglings (ages five and two) came to enlighten our home and remind us to live in the moment.

The truth is we all have the right to love and be loved! This lesson is not new to me—just more important in how I will live the rest of my life knowing it.

When I find myself in this breathing space, I go through my journals (age 12 and forward). A reminder of the other lessons I’ve learned and some I still ponder.

As I write this blog, Dahlia, no longer a puppy sleeps beside my chair. She is at total peace with our time together.

My hope is that our time together is also in the peace of this moment.