“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
What have you tamed? Have you tamed your restless spirit and let it find a home? Have you tamed your mind ever exploding in a million directions with ideas that seem either equally good or preposterous depending on your mood? Have you tamed another and made them a pet? Who so takes responsibility for another rather than teaching them to be responsible for themselves?
I tamed my wandering nature…and taught it to stay still.
I tamed my despair…allowing it to leave as it came and myself to know it did not have to tray.
I tamed my anger…learning how to express it.
so many parts still run wild within me. For I am not ready to take responsibility for them.
My inertia I blame on distractions.
My envy I blame on the accomplishment of others.
my lack of focus i blame on so much being so interesting.
One day I will take ownership and even that ownership I will tame.
I know that true power comes from responsibility and is a byproduct thereof
I just have to allow myself that power..
Blessings, G
“We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.”
― Hermann Hesse
I’ve done this before…trusted too much…didn’t try hard enough…lost my nerve and now the cycle repeats. Yet I am not back at the beginning. In truth none goes backwards. I have this cycle of experiences added to my wheelhouse and that may be enough to change how things turn out. No perfect circles exist in life, the spiral moves ever outwards. I too move with the spiral growing, changing, learning. I look down at where I was and I realize it anew. I look out at what is possible and I rise with hope, inspired.
Blessings, G
“No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
In each moment we are reborn to the person we will become. Both child and midwife, father and mother as every moment before inseminates our awareness of our future being. If its so that As above, so below, than the universe itself is eternally being born. Since each moment leads from the one before, tho we may be strange to ourselves (and definitely to others) we are never as strange as we may believe. What truly matters is being who we are at any given time for that is most becoming.
Blessings, G
“I wanted to scientize myth and mythologize science.”
–TIMOTHY LEARY
Scientific Myth… walking along the shadows and legends within our psyches… seeking commonalities of dreams and nightmares and finding them… the clothes of the deities change, the outward forms that can be described but the functions amazingly similar..the trickster, the teacher, the dark mother, War Gods and Death Gods abound as do 3s and 7s… patterns described and flowing…
Mythological Science… Song of the Living Dead Cat as we surf Schrödinger’s wave… Dogs that salivate and things that are two things at once… you can know what you are or where you’re going but not both…as the genetic code unravels… fundamental building blocks that can be analogized to the deities…
Science and Myth combine in new ways daily… as do new ways of understanding each through the other’s lens.
Blessings, G
“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.”
― Ray Bradbury
I know if I shut up the words will come yet inside the yammering continues…so the field goes fallow and the beauty..may be there but it will show like a harlot’s illusion. Instead if i open to the beauty and type who knows what inner meaning may be expressed. I may show you my pain in all its glory, that radiating star that both colours and poisons but slowly heals through exposure to the air. I may show you inspiration, the candle lit from above that bypasses pain and encompasses it showing how to use it. Perhaps I will show you relationship, how we connect ourselves to ourselves and then to others.. or perhaps just a simple rhyme, beautiful in its simplicity. The two are not exclusive.
Blessings, G
A bit of a mixture of old and new tonight as I am determined to get back on track with the tarot book. Tomorrow: All-New Material.
Tonight — A bit of old and a bit of new…
“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.”
― Hermann Hesse
Inate lemons into lemonade.. tires into tirades… we seek meaning and find it in the strangest ways in the strangest places..turn around and see it in some strangers’ faces. At times cut off we feel so empty…need a fill, need a thrill… all too often, we may want a pill, find a cure… want to be sure…what lies within..find a new spin… meditate, not medicate and find the how…the reason that brings value to how we ended up here in the first place…
“The Reality Of The Other Person Lies Not In What He Reveals To You, But What He Cannot Reveal To You.
Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says, But Rather To What He Does Not Say.”
–Kahlil Gibran
I find magic in being able to be comfortably with another person in silence. Far too often it seems, when we share an environment where conversation does not reign , we start making assumptions out of fear. “Why doesn’t he / she say something? Are they angry? Did I do something to offend them?” We try to fill up their silence with words of our own devising. The more comfortable I feel with myself, the more I can quiet the chatter of the model of the other I have created in my head and I can actually be open to both them and myself.
Blessings, G </h4?
“Reality denied comes back to haunt.”
― Philip K. Dick
Hidden thoughts, hidden actions…the refusal to realize what is in front of us…we insist that 2 + 2 = 5, that we are better than we are, happier and more together and a string is pulled, and it all starts falling apart… that secret heart under the floorboards… the raven crying out nevermore… Poe understood reality denied … we all learn it in time… as we build up our house of cards… the way I feel when I am with him / her surely means they feel the same… its ok if I do it this once.. nobody saw me… its ok… but it never is , just our denial grows stronger as we add another brick…yet we can blast through these bricks… if we don’t the universe is kind enough to do it for us…tho it is a cruel kindness that leaves devastation in its wake..yet from the devastation we rise naked, vulnerable with denials and lies revealed…then we can choose how to clothe ourselves again…
Blessings, G
“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”
― William S. Burroughs
Patience to wait and to weigh possibilities except that chewing over things too much becomes so much mental mastication…internal work more stressful than external, obsession doesn’t solve but dissolves… a solution that ends in dissolution. I’ve noticed that through calm action, walking the dogs…playing a game, yoga, meditation… the answers comes faster and more often…I put out the question to the universe .. like a stone thrown into the water and eventually if I do not splash around too much the answer ripples back..
Blessings, G
“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.”
― Groucho Marx
Reality has its moments…the whole gamut of reactions, sad,mad, glad, joy around every corner but gut wrenching pain as well… not only feeling our pain but the pain of those we love and the more we open ourselves to love the more pain we feel… the more joy too and those moments, those special moments where everything makes sense and the universe fits together we need to hold onto particularly at the moments when we half convince ourselves that we are alone and want to turtle-like pull into our shells of pain… when we feel hurt by those who lash out with their own pain because hurting us gives them a way of externalizing it. It is a strange way of saying ‘I love you’..this projectile compassion…perhaps it is a step to the real thing…we can do it too.. project the love we feel onto them letting it spill outwards…being a mirror not of the injury but the health…
Blessings, G
“Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune. ”
― C.G. Jung
Tuning in, turning on, tuning to, Are we ever striving towards perfect pitch and perfect tune? Is there not beauty in cacophony? Are we tuning to each other, the universe or both? Are we tuning to our own subconscious? What kind of harmonies go on beneath the surface in notes we may never hear until they become conscious? I heard your song the other day and wanted it to blend with mine. How do we agree which not to tune to? What is the universal note and how do we denote it? Does it sound like an Om spoken by every being simultaneously ?