Parts. Each part of us that helps us process and balance our lives, is, in this model, a fragment of ourselves held in memory until called for. Each Part contains at its center, a belief along with all the evidence that proves the belief, the strategies that protect and support the belief and an alarm system to shove it into the forefront when Reality triggers it--throws us a situation in which this Part's central belief holds a key to our success, maybe even our survival. But wait! There's... Sign in to see full entry.
So many of us trying to understand, to explain, to convey notions--the vocabulary is more than a little fluid, very confusing as same words mean very different things, and different terms try to describe exactly the same things... Yes, I think you have the same information with different words, maybe slightly other angles. And also yes, the dream and others like it, and the day-to-day or more dramatic, rite-of-passage life-experiences all contribute to my concept of the Big Picture. Reading... Sign in to see full entry.
It's a truth in my Universe that we are each members of spiritual families: more extended than the spiritual 'class' of which we are part-- the group of beings that travels along at a common learning level--we are connected by other things besides the 'curriculum' by which we, as spirit, evolve. The Family is about relationships, karmic business, finished and especially unfinished. Often we are related in human as well as 'being' terms: parents and children, aunts, uncles and cousins--knowing... Sign in to see full entry.
Texture in a recent post considered why we write, raising by the topic questions of need and hungers: We write, we communicate, because we need to make contact with other points of awareness; we need to be acknowledged as real outside our personal sphere; we want to be seen as significant and meaningful and valuable... Could find more to list, no doubt... It comes down, I believe, to one spirit saying 'hello' to another, and getting 'hello' in response. We can and do complicate it, but often... Sign in to see full entry.
Everything has its own place to be in the Universe, where it is properly and correctly placed, where it is Right. Even that which is clearly untrue anywhere else, has its own place to be the Truth. When Galileo presented the notion that the Truth is that the Earth revolves around the Sun, he exposed the untruth of Ptolemy's scheme of orbits and loops that until Galileo had defined the accepted truth of the shape of the relationship of Sun, Earth, Moon and other planets. And yet--the fantastical... Sign in to see full entry.
Years ago, my first most serious boyfriend was Jewish, and this meant more in his family than in some. His mother's father had been Chief Rabbi in Palestine before the State of Israel was created, and he, being no Zionist, but believing God in his own good time will establish the new Israel, emigrated to the United States. I had the honor of sharing in several seders, though I was not Jewish. Reading Mal's blog today, I am reminded of how it was on those occasions. The ritual gathering and meal... Sign in to see full entry.
(This is my response to Corbin Dallas who left a comment on my previous posting in my Loosely Speaking blog: Kooka offers his congratulations... http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ciel7600/ about teaching children about sex. I think it deserves a general airing.) I did not tell my kids to practice safe sex, I told them about what safe sex is and isn't, and why safe sex is a better idea than unsafe sex. That all sex has a risk. That sex without love is rather pathetic, in my opinion. I... Sign in to see full entry.
and simultaneously spew some of the meanest vitriol to be found on Blogit? How is this to be reconciled in that blogger's mind and heart? Is it in the blogger's definition of love? It's such a vast contradiction, as if they have not tied all their inclinations--to be right, to be authoritative, to exalt God and be a voice for God...? Okay, it isn't a vast contradiction, maybe it's only half-vast. The self-righteous outrage expressed is really truly so bound up in diseased ego, this is not a... Sign in to see full entry.
Sometimes it moves in me, I feel it: every word that passes through my mind wants to play hopscotch with other words and thoughts; wants to bind in mystic chemistry. I am a playground full of children (some not so young or small) in their unruly happiness and needing all to play out games-- the make-believes the hunts, the chases the all-out races... Like playground monitor I watch bemused off to one side noting which kids play alone and who's allied and who sits on the teeter-totter's end... Sign in to see full entry.
Love’s Not Always Pink Love’s not always pink-- It’s what you feel and live not what you think. Sometimes it’s what you give or are allowed to take or nothing you can have for someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song-- its voice not always heard or clear and strong. Sometimes it’s just absurd and makes no kind of sense Or it speaks without a word, has neither rhyme nor tense. Love’s not always glee-- It has its moods and swings and doesn’t see. Sometimes imaginings turn into fear and doubt or... Sign in to see full entry.