Saturday, January 18, 2020
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Friday, January 10, 2020
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Since the first of the New Year things have been disappointing and chaotic on Facebook for me. I don't understand why people are the way they are...I have been ignored by close friends and there are those whose nature it is to argue and debate if they don't agree with my posts at times. That's not what I'm there for.
Before I remove myself from FB a thought came to me...the thought of my Book of Runes and how they were a comforting source of wisdom from the Universe pointing me always in the right direction. The above are the 25 runes that are engraved on stones and held in a velvet pouch that I draw from when I need their counsel. How I pull and place depends on if the counsel is to be read right-side up or reversed. The reverse being a bit darker in nature than if pulled right-side up. Some people disregard the way a rune is placed and just take from the whole message what they get from it.
Today I pulled "4 - Retreat reversed"
So I read it and posted it on my FB page. It may be a daily practice or I may share depending on how I feel at the time. I'm so glad they "called" me today. I really needed guidance on how to be on FB and toward my friends, a few who I have known for decades! I needed help and I was immediately directed by the Universe within to go to my Runes!
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Will my unused year-old journal be the beginning of the project I have been searching for?
I'll find out because I am starting this morning to use it to write and paint about whatever my soul wants to express. The two words that came to me today were, "nothing matters."
I felt worry leave my mind and body, and I felt a "letting go" of something I was holding on to. In the end, nothing matters. Trying to make something happen - going by the formula everyone seems to use to get their art/book out there doesn't work with my lifestyle and limitations. Whatever I want to do has to be something I can do on my own and not rely on someone else to do all the leg work. A small bit, maybe, that's all.
The rest I want to say will go into my journal. Things are changing. The world is uncertain. Those who rely on selling their creations on social media and etsy and amazon, etc. Well, what happens when banks go under and the world is in turmoil because of the actions of certain people who have the power to turn the world upside down? Is your book or painting going to matter? Maybe, if when left behind it is found under rubble and ashes.
So, I'm taking a load off and am going to say what I want to say, which by the way, can't be said on Facebook! What is wrong with people? There is no support and I can count my friends on one hand. I can't say anything or I'm ignored or people are discontented with me. Huh! I have changed my usage on Facebook now and that has led me to start a project using my journal to write and paint when an image is called for. People have created books from their own journals, and with that idea at the forefront of my mind, I am starting today which will make me one of those ...what do they call them....busy people! :)
Sunday, January 5, 2020
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Christmas is over so I'm just filling the time before New Year's Eve with stuff I already have to share.
I looked out the back door window to see my neighbor's cat sitting atop the gypsy wagon! :) Perfectly comfortable and a great view of the neighborhood, I know she's still here looking for her "pal," "Tabby Cat." I fed him outside on the deck for 4 years. He adopted us and our yard as his. I was so happy to offer him food and his own house on the deck, and he had the gypsy wagon and under the sheds for shelter.
He used to stay away for days, but in September he was gone for 8 days - too long to suit me, so we started looking for him and asking neighbors if they've seen him. I called the local shelter to see if he'd been picked up, maybe as a stray, and the officer checked the records and said she had picked up a gray tabby on September 28th (10 days prior) - he had been hit and was killed 4 houses away. : ( I'm still not over losing him. Someone took a picture of him and she emailed it to me...it was my "Tabby Cat." I asked if they still had his body and she said they did, so I asked my husband to pick him up so we could give him a proper burial. So my "kitty" did come home - I got to hold him for the first time. We buried him right away in our pet cemetery and I can visit him anytime I want to. My neighbor's cat is here every day looking for her friend. : ( She rests in his little house on the deck but I don't feed her as she has a home across the street. Unfortunately, she has the same habit he had - catching birds! I found 2 little snow birds, partial birds, inside the cat house, mostly feathers...the stinker! Smart...she waits inside the house and pounces on them when they show up to eat from the table right next to the cat house. I get up earlier now just to open the door so she'll run off the deck so I can save the birds. Today she came back! :) I sent her away a 2nd time. It's a double-edged sword - you feed the birds but cats are allowed to roam free, so we do what we can to help out both. And so that's the news at my house.
She got down from the gypsy wagon and decided to see what she could hunt in the field and beyond!
She will be back waiting for her "pal" to show up - I think she thinks now that he's in the house because he's not ever outside. She doesn't know she passes by his grave site and that he's still here...in Spirit.
Today is the 3rd month anniversary of his death.
Rest In Peace, "Tabby Cat."
I love and miss you very much.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
Yes! I have discovered that writing and typing are the only forms of communication and ways I enjoy expressing what is in my heart, mind, and Soul. They are my voice. It's my New Year's resolution! :) To speak with the voice I prefer.
The one I was born to use.
The telephone is a troublemaker!
Or maybe it's the one on the other end that is the troublemaker and uses the phone to deliver trouble. The great thing about not talking on the phone? No one can hang up on you! :)
I also figured out that I prefer writing because my mind and thoughts are in sync with my fingers and hand. My speaking voice doesn't seem to work fast enough with what is in my heart and mind to say. Makes sense, huh?
Some people don't like that you change, as I just learned because I recently gave up chatting on the phone. They may even end their friendship with you because of it - well that would mean they do not accept your choice to change an aspect of your life and way of being. If they leave, you didn't mean that much to them. It is so important to live the way that feels right to you. If changing something makes you happier, then by all means do it! If people take it personally, don't worry about it. You can't please everyone - but you can please yourself. The friends that stay in your life are the ones that roll with your choices and should "shut up" if they don't like them.
I understand an old friend better now. I respect that she lives the way she wants to live, that she doesn't like to stay on the phone, either, because she keeps herself so busy. I used to take offense when she was up my way and didn't tell me she was here, but she didn't want to see me or call...that was her choice. I learned an important lesson - that's the way it should be. It's up to you to decide if you still want to keep in touch on her terms or not. I choose to. She can breathe easier as I am not forcing myself into her space which she is the only one who decides who she wants in it at any given time. She has silently empowered me to be more like her in that sense.
I have another old friend who lives in Australia. After visiting my country at age 19 when he came for a visit after writing for years as teens, I heard from him via email 3 years ago. He soon stopped the emails maybe because I write long ones? I'm not sure, but he asked if he and his wife could come for a visit. I had to say, "no," not at this time because our way of life has changed and we were and are still not in the right place for company. I don't hear from him anymore. I got a Christmas card last year...this year not yet. I can understand due to the awful wildfires close to where he lives. What I know is that if he had wanted to keep in touch, he would have. He wants to visit me but he doesn't want to call me or write to me. :) As old pen pals, I find that strange. I guess because he visited me, it's strange to him that I don't want company at this time. There are many reasons which I will not offer here.
It's just not the right time, and there may not be another right time.
He either accepts things the way they are now or he doesn't.
"People Are Funny!" :)
Dec. 30 - Got a card from my old pen pal today! Mentioned the terrible bush fires and said it is unbearable! He said he'll be in touch - that's great! :)
So, YES, I will be writing and typing and I will be happy. I suggest everyone does what makes them happy, too! It is everyone's right.
People will adjust - if not,
let them go with a smile! :)