Perfection Is Hell

Sometimes things stop working. Sometimes limits are reached. Sometimes hearts are shadowed, dishes pile up and six different weeds dare to emerge in the garden by the door.
So what, I say. So what. Perfection is hell, anyways.

Let chaos reign.
Let moods be dark.
Let raindrops feed the weeds.

Put on the sinister smile and buy outrageously priced fruit. Eat one sweet pluck of redness at a time. Take off those pinching shoes and walk backwards through the grass. Shout at the hidden sun until a rainbow mists forth. Take in, take off, take charge.

Sometimes things stop working. Let them stop. Resist not. Chaos merges to order. Darkness morphs to light. In the weeds, the glorious weeds, the healing balm does grow.

Trust

We are here and we are holding your wings open. Whatever comes, you can still fly. So let it come. Let it pass through. Let it rage like a storm. Let it go with a bow and a thanks.

Trust that your highest and best is being served, even when you are sinking low and your wings ache from disuse. Trust. Trust in the dark. Trust in the light. Trust in the gloaming between lives. You are attended by more Forces than you know. More than you can even imagine.

So, flow between effort and surrender. Let yourself be and do or not do. Listen more closely to the wishes and whispers of your heart. We are here. We are holding you. Trust. You will fly again .

{Endnote: after finishing this post, I went to my dear Kasia's blog. I was met with stunning, beautiful words. Please take a look and be uplifted. www.kasiablue.blogspot.com}

PEACE

Iris Of The Rainbows

In a parallel dimension to ours, there dwells a lovely Faery named Iris. Iris Of The Rainbows, to be exact. She is in charge of hope and healing and shedding light in hearts and minds when things become too stormy. She works very hard to reclaim the light when we are thundering and raining. She bends the light and fractures it, waves her willow-wood wand, and arches rainbows over our heads. She points her wand at our hearts and whispers, "There is hope, My Love. Hope for colors and joy. Hang on. Chin up. Gently now, let me see you smile. I'm here, Love. No more worries. The future is so full of promise."

Iris has been spending time with me since spring began. She has been helping keep my chin up and opening my eyes to rainbows. She chose the spot to bury my beloved cat after I had her put down in May. Naturally, in a patch of yellow iris. She holds my hand when hormones surge, winds pick up and storms suddenly roll into my mind. She held my hand this very morning as the sweetest lady Oriole flew into traffic one car ahead of me, was struck, and fell, almost torn to bits, in the lane next to mine. I heard Iris whisper through my storm of sudden tears, "Oh, Love, she died instantly. Let's bless her tiny soul. Keep driving. She's not in pain".

I thank God for Iris. She helps to keep any darkness from settling too deep. She reminds me that times of thunder and rain within are times of growth. She says with a laugh, this spring especially, I'm growing nicely.

Feel free to call on Iris whenever storms arise. Hormones, illness, loss, loneliness, wavering faith, or gloom. Her willow-wand and her whispers of love bring hope to every heart.

Update: June 16th, 7:40pm....My dear Iris has sent a full rainbow outside my east window. Thank you, Iris. I love it!

5 Pieces Of Advice

My favorite Preacher is at it again. Dispensing invaluable advice. This time to graduating highschoolers in a lucky town in Texas. Read his words, print them out, and tuck them away for emergencies. Or daily reminders of how to live.

From David Barry Weber and his blog, http://www.thefirstmorning.wordpress.com/...

"5 Pieces of Advice You Didn’t Ask Me For, Didn’t Know You Needed, and Can Dump the Moment You Leave Here, or..

You can kind of listen to them, stick them in a drawer somewhere, run across them someday, and then say, “hmmm..who was the guy that said these really good things?”
Our Town, TX, June 6, 2008

1. Never stop asking questions. Be curious, be amazed, daydream, get lost on purpose, and wonder “Why?” every chance you get.

2. Live in love, not fear. Those are your only two choices. Hold onto someone’s hand during the scary parts, and respect rattlesnakes, angry people, and tornados. But don’t let anyone or anything make you so frightened that you live a half life.

3. Look around right now. Now is where we live. Now is where we are breathing, sitting, and experiencing. You can throw Now away by regretting yesterday, or feeling anxious about tomorrow. Or you can be alive- right now. Now is the Main Thing. In a little while, it will be something else.

4. Make your circles bigger. Discover that those people at the edges are really interesting! Go out of your way to meet someone who is a different race, speaks a different language, who is lost, or afraid, is younger/older, richer/poorer, attractive/repulsive. Then listen. Ask those questions! See the world in colors you haven’t seen yet!

5. Realize- know, believe, understand, and accept- that YOU are a vital part of God’s Continuing Creation. We’re not here to take, we are here to give. Takers rarely experience happiness. Givers are swimming in it. Give God a kiss every day- our human survival depends on it!"

{#2...now that's my favorite!}

Before The Bird Can Fly

The shell must break before the bird can fly. And just what is the shell? It is the ego. And all its limitations. I won't, I can't, how dare you, I'm better than you, I suck, you suck, we're not safe, can you believe what she's wearing, Jesus is the only way, I'll never forgive you, I hate stupid people...all hard-shell thoughts, notions and blind beliefs. All effective at keeping us small and hard and incapable of living a glorious life.

When the sledge hammer comes into our lives to crack the shell, be it in the form of illness, death, loss, new ways of thinking or seeming bad luck, we must let the hammer fall. Only the shell of the ego will sustain damage. The winged creature inside all of us, imprisoned by old thoughts and unsupportive habits, will emerge unscathed. Wet and ready to spread its wings open to the light of a new day. Ready to live. Ready to fly. Ready to be, finally, what it and we are meant to be.

{The beautiful collage print of a bird emerging from its shell is from the online store: www.bluegypsy.etsy.com. I just bought it today!}

Update: June 12th. The lovely Brenda left a comment for this post. Thank you, Brenda! This is my response~

Brenda,
Only the ego has fears...not the soul-essence, the winged creature inside us. When we are in touch with and conscious of that part of God that is us, we cease to live in a state of fear. We accept change, we flow with life, we know without a doubt we are taken care of in every moment. We live in a state of grounded love, not fear.

But the ego in all of us defends mightily against its dissolution. It convinces us we are never safe, never good enough, never quite loveable enough. It is wrong. But it takes courage of great magnitude to override its propganda and let our soul essence, our-fully-connected-to-God self, be the part of ourselves in charge of our lives.

It is my not-always-successful moment by moment quest to live in a state of love, not fear. Each moment I can do this is worthy of a full-scale celebration. :)

In Flander's Fields

In Flander's Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place;

and in the sky the larks still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.

Short days ago we lived, felt dawn,

saw sunset glow,loved and were loved,

and now we lie in Flander's fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw the torch;

be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep,

tho poppies grow in Flander's fields.

Liet. -Col. John McCrae

Pick The Dream

Dreams can come true. But first, you must pick the dream. Choose which of your dreams to focus on. Hold the image of the dream's best outcome in your mind. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it some more. Upgrade the dream as you see fit and are able to accept a higher level of goodness into your heart. Take any small action you can to promote your dream. Every ounce of energy directed at a favorable outcome will fertilize the dream. While you are holding and upgrading and acting on behalf of your chosen dream, have patience. Be fearless. Be willing to persevere.

If you can hold on long enough, your prayers will be heard. Assistance from the most unlikely realms will arrive. Lessons will occur to remove all obstacles from your path. Do not resist the lessons. Move through them. Be humble. Keep the image of the best outcome in your mind, even if things turn dark.

The light will come again. In that new, more vibrant light, you will be better able to receive the goodness in store for you. With self-imposed impediments removed from your waking life, like a resistance to love or wealth, your dream can be ushered in on silvered wings.

So hold it. Hold it. Hold it some more. Keep the image clear. Act. Pray. Go on with your life. And be prepared to wake up one morning to find you are living your dream.

{Prayer box for making dreams come true found at www.graciel.etsy.com.}