Don't drop that bomb on me

Thu, 1 Nov 2001 14:28:47 EST

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In a message dated 10/31/01 5:21:13 PM Central Standard Time, 
connie_3c@yahoo.com writes:

> Wishing I was in Folsom.
> e

Folsom evidently isn't off-limits for fear, either, because I'm a scared 
little bunnie out here, too, darlin'.  I wish you were here, as well.  I wish 
we all had a compound where we could combine our talents and resources, take 
turns cooking our communal meals, sit around the fire and eat supper 
together, and face whatever comes together.

We can at least face it together here on our list.  All of us, such as we 
are, is the way I see it.

<<We are in very emotional times right now, probably all of us are 
experiencing difficulty with concentrating on the mundane or routine work of 
livlihood...>>

Oooo, weeeee, I'll say!  Yesterday morning, up early as usual, I first let 
Zoe Marie, the Australian shepherd, out front while I was making tea.  A few 
minutes later, I let her back in, then let Django, the golden retriever, out. 
 Went back to the kitchen to tend to the tea and oatmeal....then, remembering 
I needed to let Django back in, I went outside and called him.  No Django.  
Whistled and called.  Called and whistled.  Walked up to the donkey pasture, 
calling and whistling.  Down by the river.  Calling and whistling.  Behind 
the garden.  To the back pasture.  Feeling concerned, I walked back up the 
drive to the front door and peering out at me from inside, head cocked, 
perplexed look on his face, was Django.  Actually, I already HAD let him back 
in the house.......    ::sigh::  Talk about short-term memory.

And that's only ONE instance of the distracted state of mind in which I find 
myself these days.

It's a challenge for me, to stay centered.  I hear bits and pieces of news, 
which I call "the race mind" and my knees knock.  Here is my modus operandi:  
I remind myself every 15 minutes of what I do and do not have control over.  
If I can do something about it, I do it.  If I can't, I put it in the Hands 
of The Star Maker/the Is/the All That Is/The Unified Field/The Field of 
Infinite Possibilities/The Great Mystery/The Undefinable.  (For a few 
minutes, anyway, then I find myself trying to take it back.)  I find it a 
*challenge*, but a worthwhile effort, to stay focused on the present 
moment....the beauty of the little, green lizard crawling on my window 
screen, the magic of the golden light filtering through the Spanish moss 
which drapes the ancient oak tree like leftover Halloween decorations, the 
unconditional love of my dogs, and their ever-readiness to play and have fun, 
the fragrant steam of a pot of freshly brewed tea, the graceful dance of the 
river oak's leaves as they slowly twirl and waft to the ground, the 
camaraderie we ghetto-ites share (including our grumpinesses, rantings, 
warts, knobby-knees, and other idiosyncracies), the laughter of children, the 
peaceful snores of my husband sleeping next to me.  And, really, I could go 
on and on.....

I seem to find the most peace of mind by accepting others exactly as they 
are, without demands and expectations, without trying to change them.  That 
is, after all, what I would like others to do for me.  I would like 
forgiveness for my many errors and imperfections; therefore, it follows that 
I forgive others.  I think my only peace of mind can come from living in the 
now.  I want to trust my Inner Voice, my intuition, to tell me what I need to 
know, when to turn to the right and when to turn to the left...to trust that 
It will give me the means for accomplishing that which it tells me to do.  I 
want to try not to judge anything that happens today, looking at whatever 
happens as another opportunity for me to practice love instead of fear.  I 
surrender my life, my loved ones, my dreams, hopes and aspirations, to a 
Higher Power, which I believe to be Infinite Love, Wisdom, Joy, Beauty, 
Present Everywhere, but especially, Love.

That is my intent for today.  I appreciate and love each and every one of 
you, for your unique contributions to this group and to the quality and 
enjoyment and edification of my life and for your unique talents and gifts to 
the world just as you are.

This afternoon is the Full Moon meeting of the Grandmothers' Circle and we 
are meeting at my house from 3 to 6.  We will light candles and burn sage and 
pray with passion for world peace.  I will include each of you in my prayers, 
if it is alright with you.  If I want peace in the world, I believe I have to 
begin by holding peace in my own heart.  Maybe as a group gesture, we can 
hold peace in our group, even when we disagree.  Maybe, as a demonstration of 
our commitment to world peace, we can hold the joy with the pain, embrace 
diversity among us....all with intentions of peace in our hearts.  It's just 
a thought.

*Love*,
Carol

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<HTML>In a message dated 10/31/01 5:21:13 PM Central Standard Time, connie_3c@yahoo.com writes:
 
 
 <BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px">Wishing I was in Folsom.
 Conni</BLOCKQUOTE>e
 
 Folsom evidently isn't off-limits for fear, either, because I'm a scared little bunnie out here, too, darlin'. &nbsp;I wish you were here, as well. &nbsp;I wish we all had a compound where we could combine our talents and resources, take turns cooking our communal meals, sit around the fire and eat supper together, and face whatever comes together.
 
 We can at least face it together here on our list. &nbsp;All of us, such as we are, is the way I see it.
 
 &lt;&lt;We are in very emotional times right now, probably all of us are experiencing difficulty with concentrating on the mundane or routine work of livlihood...&gt;&gt;
 
 Oooo, weeeee, I'll say! &nbsp;Yesterday morning, up early as usual, I first let Zoe Marie, the Australian shepherd, out front while I was making tea. &nbsp;A few minutes later, I let her back in, then let Django, the golden retriever, out. &nbsp;Went back to the kitchen to tend to the tea and oatmeal....then, remembering I needed to let Django back in, I went outside and called him. &nbsp;No Django. &nbsp;Whistled and called. &nbsp;Called and whistled. &nbsp;Walked up to the donkey pasture, calling and whistling. &nbsp;Down by the river. &nbsp;Calling and whistling. &nbsp;Behind the garden. &nbsp;To the back pasture. &nbsp;Feeling concerned, I walked back up the drive to the front door and peering out at me from inside, head cocked, perplexed look on his face, was Django. &nbsp;Actually, I already HAD let him back in the house....... &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;::sigh:: &nbsp;Talk about short-term memory.
 
 And that's only ONE instance of the distracted state of mind in which I find myself these days.
 
 It's a challenge for me, to stay centered. &nbsp;I hear bits and pieces of news, which I call "the race mind" and my knees knock. &nbsp;Here is my modus operandi: &nbsp;I remind myself every 15 minutes of what I do and do not have control over. &nbsp;If I can do something about it, I do it. &nbsp;If I can't, I put it in the Hands of The Star Maker/the Is/the All That Is/The Unified Field/The Field of Infinite Possibilities/The Great Mystery/The Undefinable. &nbsp;(For a few minutes, anyway, then I find myself trying to take it back.) &nbsp;I find it a *challenge*, but a worthwhile effort, to stay focused on the present moment....the beauty of the little, green lizard crawling on my window screen, the magic of the golden light filtering through the Spanish moss which drapes the ancient oak tree like leftover Halloween decorations, the unconditional love of my dogs, and their ever-readiness to play and have fun, the fragrant steam of a pot of freshly brewed tea, the graceful dance of the river oak's leaves as they slowly twirl and waft to the ground, the camaraderie we ghetto-ites share (including our grumpinesses, rantings, warts, knobby-knees, and other idiosyncracies), the laughter of children, the peaceful snores of my husband sleeping next to me. &nbsp;And, really, I could go on and on.....
 
 I seem to find the most peace of mind by accepting others exactly as they are, without demands and expectations, without trying to change them. &nbsp;That is, after all, what I would like others to do for me. &nbsp;I would like forgiveness for my many errors and imperfections; therefore, it follows that I forgive others. &nbsp;I think my only peace of mind can come from living in the now. &nbsp;I want to trust my Inner Voice, my intuition, to tell me what I need to know, when to turn to the right and when to turn to the left...to trust that It will give me the means for accomplishing that which it tells me to do. &nbsp;I want to try not to judge anything that happens today, looking at whatever happens as another opportunity for me to practice love instead of fear. &nbsp;I surrender my life, my loved ones, my dreams, hopes and aspirations, to a Higher Power, which I believe to be Infinite Love, Wisdom, Joy, Beauty, Present Everywhere, but especially, Love.
 
 That is my intent for today. &nbsp;I appreciate and love each and every one of you, for your unique contributions to this group and to the quality and enjoyment and edification of my life and for your unique talents and gifts to the world just as you are.
 
 This afternoon is the Full Moon meeting of the Grandmothers' Circle and we are meeting at my house from 3 to 6. &nbsp;We will light candles and burn sage and pray with passion for world peace. &nbsp;I will include each of you in my prayers, if it is alright with you. &nbsp;If I want peace in the world, I believe I have to begin by holding peace in my own heart. &nbsp;Maybe as a group gesture, we can hold peace in our group, even when we disagree. &nbsp;Maybe, as a demonstration of our commitment to world peace, we can hold the joy with the pain, embrace diversity among us....all with intentions of peace in our hearts. &nbsp;It's just a thought.
 
 *Love*,
 Carol</HTML>

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