The words arise in the heart and I type them onto the screen. There is never anything new, only repetitions of the ego. This morning I woke up too early and went back to sleep and slept too late! This languor is definitely connected to the holidays and their hoopla.
My house is big and barny; I used to try and decorate it, but I have no skills in that department. Now I put a tiny artificial tree on the kitchen counter and put some things around it like paper plates and napkins to hold the sugary treats we both love.
We are always so glad when the holidays have come and gone. I gain a few pounds that now have to be dieted off.
It is going to be relatively mild weather, thanks to global warming.
I do not believe that the average citizen knows how much rage is brewing in the hearts of those who are rabidly Republican. They may well wreak more havoc this year.
We are in Biblical times; you would think we had learned something during the centuries. But the new Right is atavistic and primitive. There is no in-between for them.
And now with Omicron, which ironically begins with an “Om,” you have a perfect storm of negative possibilities.
It is best to stay close to home, to the heart and to the Truth that sets us free.
Sigh. It will be another long day, overcast and spring-like.
As “Rain Man” might say, “There’s definitely something wrong here, definitely something wrong.” Can I get an amen?
Vicki Woodyard
Amen sister, amen!! That feeling of “something wrong here” has been percolating for a while now and is increasingly bubbling to the surface. Add in the yearly holiday madness and the pressure can feel near to bursting! Om…just give me some peace.
So it’s a rainy day in Georgia…here in Michigan too!
Namaste,
Tami
Here is a Joel Goldsmith thought, “When the ‘me’ touches the Christ consciousness, it becomes a healer.”
I’ve had to let it all go. That song, “Que Sera, Sera” comes to mind anytime I watch the news these days. I always vote and that’s the power I have to effect change.
We have a fake tree these days, pre-lit. It is attached to a thick, canvas bag. All we have to do is raise the bag up over the tree. There’s a handle on the side so it is easily carried to its storage space.
Christmas Eve is a magical evening. It’s the only time all of my kids and their families are together in one place. I don’t interact much, merely observe. When we come home, each year I tell Louie….None of those kids and grandkids would exist if we hadn’t met. Yet, there is also a bit of a bittersweet feeling that is also present. I know you understand.
Love you,
me
Yes, dear Mary, to letting it all go!
AMEN🌹♥️