This is still a struggle for me. Though I do find that just thinking about it is a good meditation technique. Even tho Krishnamurti says to end techniques, that to just sit is the way. That’s tough too. Easier to count the breaths. Or to watch the in and out. And the Thinker? I know that thought created thinker, but it’s difficult to think of them as one.
And of course thinking itself is a nuisance.
Sweet Dreams, everyone.
…there is today. Today with all of Virus Panic and Synchronicities and The Recall of Dreams. Yes, Today. With all we have.
So folks call me to tell me that there have been cases of the virus discovered right here in my county. As if I could do anything about it anyway. Or would if I could. And my dreams march on, with the sweet reconnections that they contain. The other night, as I was wallowing in Joy with my mother and father and knowing of that Other World, my son called out, off to the right, and almost background, “Hey, what about me! Where am I in all this!” And yes, of course and with an even greater Joy, I brought him in.
And then today there was a notice that an old love, one from high school, had died. He whom we (a friend and I) had just spoken of, and how she and his brother had chatted about me just a Sunday ago. Gone now. Along with those days and their sorrows and delights, their new-found pleasures. Those days.
And then my daughter called and I reminded her of the mantra: When in doubt, snuff her out. A fitting and most egregious attitude which I embrace with whole and full heart, with the knowledge that none of it matters. That no one knows who we truly are, or what if any is our purpose. Why should we, of all the creatures on earth, matter?
And So It Goes, my loves, So It Goes.
” No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien ~
I just learned about The Indigo, Crystal, Rainbow, and Star Children via a friend who did a presentation for an organization she is involved with. Of course then, given synchronicity, this post from Psyche’s Call with Donna May appeared.
I’m not at all saying that I agree with things posted about the children on the website, or what is considered a “psychic” approach to things unseen or mystical. Maybe so, maybe not. It doesn’t matter. That does not take away from what is being described as special children with abilities and purposes beyond the expectations of societal norms.
And how wonderful it is to be given Hope in the form of children who will come and have come to bring Grace, Love, and Understanding into the world.
That’s a world I want to live in.
Imagine.
Brain Pickings BY MARIA POPOVA has another fine article about Edward Gorey’s work. He was born on this date (February 22, 1925–April 15, 2000). I’ve just ordered The Gashly Crumb Tinies from Amazon. It’s one of my all-time favorites and I can’t believe I don’t own it. It’s an alphabet book of manic and magical proportions, unbelievably anti-normal.
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 