Morning Trip (130)

“The problem is that most people feel cozy enough in samsura. They do not really have the genuine aspiration to go beyond samsura; they just want samsura to be a little better. It is quite interesting that “samsura” became the name of a perfume. And it is like that. It seduces us into thinking that it is okay: samsura is not so bad; it smells nice! The underlying motivation to go beyond samsura is very rare, even for people who go to Dharma centers. There are many people who learn to meditate and so forth, but with the underlying motive that they hope to make themselves feel better. And if it ends up making them feel worse, instead of realizing that this may be a good sign, they think there is something wrong with Dharma. We are always looking for a way to make ourselves comfortable in the prison house. We might think that if we get the cell wall painted a pretty shade of pale green, and put in a few pictures, it won’t be a prison anymore.”

–Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo, Into the Heart of Life

Listening to The Moon

Ideas ideas how they move when one is making kitchen magic and regains ground. Ok so maybe not one, maybe me.

New things to put into the Chicken Stock popped into my head and so after a google, in the case of a ‘real’ recipe, I created. A lot of the ingredients added in were again items relating or that could relate to banishing. It IS the full moon after all! I forgot how good it feels to create and to trust and then to eat in this manner YUM!

While following the moon, I was tapped gently and attention was directed to the moon goddesses prancing about for my attention. Specifically the one that led me to the J. Hoare glass container at the antique shop. She continued her introduction to me in the symbols cut into the jar itself and in those twined on the sterling lid. The jar had a sliver cracked out of the rim which then for price and for the slight imperfection sealed the deal for me as the shop owner and new friend laughed and smiled as I stated that I was going to put my witchy things into it. I am not a witch, it’s just somewhat simpler to state what I am as witchy than to explain for hours and days on end what I am. I got the jar at the new moon and then I felt let down as nothing specific came to me to do with it on that day.

Today as I plucked rosemary and thyme for in the soup I thought to weave some rosemary around it and then thought about getting moon water. I don’t do ‘spells’ or look for them usually but I searched the idea. Yes! Gathering rain water in the jar complete with silver and rosemary at the full moon! Uh huh it’s raining! Now dance! I shall have to do the nakey part in my head and in spirit–I’m in the city limits with an elderly highrise looking down at my front door. lol giggling at the thought of how stimulating and yet socially unacceptable that would be. Also found several home blessing craftings which are similar to the ones that I make up from my head. Spent time looking for two ingredients that I do not have and their uses and origins. Right back to that goddess. I don’t worship goddesses mutter mutter to self. Enjoy sound, I need to request a bit stronger rain to fill the jar now. 😉

Energy, Hands, and Enthusiasm

The thoughts coming to me this morning (or maybe coming from me this morning) involve both a sort of fret over potentially being misunderstood. In working on the personal flaw of this behavior in this particular instance, I managed to move onward beyond the rapid fire input of information, and to manage to attempt to place it in message form–if indeed that is what it was meant to be. Message for me and perhaps message for the one that I think might not have ‘got it’. Communication situations become even more important to me if and when I see that someone may have taken a bit of information that was intended to be releasing and shifting, and instead, use it by some felt resonancy to further entrench self in an (from my own view at least) enriched form of maladaptivity.

I thought it not the best option for me to take my quiet morning moments and to squander them rushing me off into a high spin, which can happen with the input of information, so I chose to shift myself and slow a bit, to become LESS resistant, to simply let it move, and perhaps to comprehend later. I moved toward music and sound to do it. I haven’t posted a Morning Trip in quite some time. The sounds being offered to me by the computer offering matrix at Youtube were giving me offerings that for me, are energetic shit. I realized this morning that these offerings came because of the listening choices that I had made that I thought felt good and ok. In fact, listening now, they were attempts to fend off what was at the time a constant bombardment of what was not ok. The tones didn’t match, they grated, they had rolling frequencies and were unstable. Very ungrounding for self and for others who do not get the message and let go of me(usually when I am working). The energy just doesn’t or cannot attach.

I spend a good amount of time disliking and clearing me and the room. I was still thinking about energy and how some believe and, perhaps are encouraged to believe, that sucking in all energy all of the time is great, and it is morally, ethically, and energetically sound practice. I recalled again what I learned how to feel for myself, due to an old friend who put up with my demanding to feeeel it, so that I could understand it and to know it for myself, show me, let me feel it, become it! Grounding! Before everything and anything else besides living and breathing, though done even in and excellently with just a simple breath. Human balance, optimization, everything after grounding a conscious choice again and again and again. It is rare that I see anyone talk of this, teaching this. Instead there is a system of commmercialism going along with it..MORE IS BETTER, YOU NEED MORE, WITH THIS (insert new improved fancier richer product or gadget here) YOU WILL BE BETTER, MORE THAN, CLOSER TO ENOUGH. The reader might be able to tell that I do not agree. I think that there does not need to be agreement as, much like a child who thinks it can eat container after container of candy, even with admonishment that said child will become ill, it can take repeated episodes of vomiting for the child to associate the consequence with his or her actions.

I will leave you for today and continue another time with this article–some of its bits I can agree with, some I do not, and some I view as true, and some not for me in my own experience. It addresses points which have to do with hands and energy, which to some equates with thriving, enthusiasm and physical vigor. For some of these same I would like to shift perspective there a little and perhaps attempt to assist in an understanding of how to monitor one’s energetic status from within, one’s external physical energetic space, and what one might do with them. It is also important (from my view) that one understands what one’s doing and one’s choices cause effect like ripples. I have seen the urge and the brightness that comes to the individual when one realizes that one might play with energy. Many call this healing, but decide for self what is best without being able to see all that came before and all that will come after what seems like a harmless action. Here is the link to the article: Subtle Body Energies: Hands: Energy Transmitters

Edit: I also decided not to worry while writing and even posting about sense. That is not to say that sense is not important, it simply impedes my own expression and can get in the way of the message. I will read and edit as I notice a need. I often think in pictures that move at the speed of old movie images that can be so quick that I only get a flash of color. My brain understands what it is, though can get jammed up organizing an output that is slow enough to make it out of my body through my voice or my hands. I spend a lot of time silent due to worrying that a thing will sound jumbled and uneducated. That part is insecure and finding a way to express and then making it cohesive might be the better way.

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Morning Trip (119)

“As far back as I can remember, things seen or heard or smelled, things tasted or touched, have provoked in me an answering vibration. The stimulus might be the sheen of moonlight on the needles of a white pine, or the iridescent glimmer on a dragonfly’s tail, or the lean silhouette of a ladder-back chair, or the glaze on a hand-thrown pot. It might be bird song or a Bach cantata or the purl of water over stone. It might be a line of poetry, the outline of a cheek, the arch of a ceiling, the savor of bread, the sway of a bough or a bow. The provocation might be as grand as a mountain sunrise or as humble as an icicle’s jeweled tip, yet in each case a familiar surge of gratitude and wonder wells up in me.

Now and again some voice raised on the stairs leading to my study, some passage of music, some noise from the street, will stir a sympathetic thrum from the strings of the guitar that tilts against the wall behind my door. Just so, over and over again, impulses from the world stir a responsive chord in me — not just any chord, but a particular one, combining notes of elegance, exhilaration, simplicity, and awe.”

— Scott Russell Sanders, Hunting for Hope

Morning Trip (117)

“In the hollows of quiet places we may meet,
the quiet places where is neither moon nor sun,
but only the light as of amber and pale gold
that comes from the Hills of the Heart.
There, listen at times: there
you will call, and I hear: there
will I whisper, and that whisper will come to you
as dew is gathered into the grass, at the rising of the moon.”
— Fiona MacLeod The Silence of Amor