There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Sunday, November 19

Virtual Mystics Group Post


I started a page/group (technically Jayden started it, and I made it flourish) called Virtual Mystics. The other day an innocent question turned into a twisted conversation about racism. It literally had me swimming in about 50 directions. I should have ended it before it started and never engaged. I felt as a leader of the group that I 'could' attempt to make a civil conversation about it, but that's not what happened. Hopefully, it ts my last lesson in attempting to have conversations that trigger others in a calm manner. HA~ Here was my post at the end of the day, after deleting the entire commotion.

Today was rough on my heart. AND as the poverty-stricken, spiritually driven, ancient and hopeful white girl leader of this group, I choose to see that controversy can teach each of us, that words can be harmful triggers to issues we need to be facing. We all know that love is what is driving all of us to try help others. When we disallow someone the right to ask a question in regards to their needs we become trapped in a cycle of retribution by disagreeing via our OWN experiences. I wouldn't discount theirs any more than they should discount mine. That being said, NO more. The educational post from today is being removed - I do suggest that it teaches you that no matter what, opinions and reality are two diff snakes and trying to charm them both at once is a bitch. I don't relish being a leader, I do it so we can learn from each other how to better navigate, and I would never presume to tell any of you to do to it my way... because I am flawed. But I do expect you all to understand that we are here to remain peaceful and respectful. I'm not a dictator, and none of you should be either. Love isn't indifference. Love is energy. Indifference is a choice. Choosing to love instead of hate is a choice. Be calm, stay safe, be true to yourself. 



Monday, February 27

Monday Poetry

When the world thinks they know you
But the really have no clue
How to open your door into truth?

False accusations are just words on a page
Don’t block your path forward with guilt as a shield
The path ever changing is the only way on

To be what you are and to right all your wrongs
Don’t ever let others blame you for their pain
NO relationship is one sided when it comes to fame.

With true acceptance and proper goodbyes
You move into the light of sunnier skies
The past is a promise you know how to live

And the future is the opportunity to continue to give. <

Sunday, February 5

Signs

I made it through  a long session this winter. I don't think I have been as aware of how down I could get until now, and that is saying something! I have experienced so much I didn't feel it was possible. I think seeing my aging parents and my teenager son grow to be taller than me has reminded me that the end could happen. :)

What lead me to writing today was how to find an inspiration to continue out these days of my life, which is a great deal! I will be where I want to be - but what guides me? My life has been like an ocean voyage from one place to another, a traveler of sorts. I like that sort of life. Each stop gives me more information, more interaction, more energy for living and creating inspiration. I have been pretty static for a few years, so its itchy feet time again. I think I need to not ignore it, but not necessarily follow it this time around!

I am looking for a way to really find what I want out of life, which seems weird at my age, but so be it. I know I seek more spiritual enlightenment, and I argue with that because I have a child, and in order to really find that you must abandon all "attachments". Learning what the balance is maybe the only lesson I have during this phase of enlightenment.

I am posting these here because no one reads my blog and I need a place to journal that I will go to and keep up with.