It Is What It Is, Until It Isn’t

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She received a gorgeous slip for her 16th birthday and learned women wore slips inside and under outer clothing to smooth the look of the outer clothes.

She thought that it was much too beautiful for her to wear, so it slept for 52 years in a bottom drawer until yesterday. It awakened fully on the hips of this 78 year old woman. 

The woman twirled and glided across the floor wearing the slip among other tidbits of clothing, creating a miraculous change in thinking. 

It is a dried up old slip saved for half a century and revered as a treasure. Today was the debut of the slip. It was just a rolled up forgotten rag and today it has become a center of interest, therapist, and a way to change and reposition the tales told, therefore a way to change the flow of thoughts. 

Once upon a time this slip was too elegant for the receiver and today it has turned the tide in such a positive direction. The receiver of the gift, so long ago, has carried it into the present as a positive boast upward into self-acceptance.

So now once again it is what it is, until it isn’t.

 

It’s Tough Being Me

It’s tough being me,

But who else can I be?

None can be me, but me.

The me that was then

Can never be again,

Gone and replaced

With Gratitude and Grace,

In a shawl of linen and lace

There you can see the me that was me

And the me I am trying to be

Someone wrote in my book, “You were kidnapped from who you were.”

Who wrote this?

Indeed, could it have been me?

If it were me, I’d climb a tree and wave a flag.

How very observant and how very important to finally know what needs to be fixed. Give me back!

 

The Time is Now

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THE TIME IS NOW

 

CHAPTER I

 

GLADYS

 

“Do not aim for perfection. Do your best and let it be.”

 

 

I saw the ghosts today. One comes early morning, the other in late afternoon. There is a new one today. She/he arrived near noon, thin as a rail and sits in the chair at the side of the copy machine. She/he does not move. I know I am not crazy because others in the office have seen them, too.

I work in the office of an old building where there has been a Scrap Metal and Iron business for nearly a century. We are located near downtown Los Angeles, California. Lisa and I are secretaries, and I think one of the ghosts is a former secretary named Miss Cummings from seventy-five years ago. She is preceded by a smell of powdered roses, like a perfume from long ago. She is a shadowy thing that brushes against the desks and sometimes rattles the doorknob to the bathroom. She has on adorable clothes with a lacy collars and ruffles on bottom of her shin length skirt. I can’t really see her well, but I know when she is here. The powdered Rose smell precedes her.

The Ghostly man is shadowy as well, but we see him more clearly than the others. He is announced by the smell of cigar smoke. There are no smoking signs everywhere, so naturally we were upset if in fact it was someone smoking on the premises. He is dressed in a dark suit, tie, and a large hat signaling the forties. He goes directly to the boss’s office, rattles around and checks every corner of space, then goes out into the scrap yard. The well-dressed cigar smoking man seems satisfied and is gone until the next time. Oh, yes there is a next time. Ask me about it

 

 

I feel like the cover of a book called Silver’s Clown

I am yet to write.

Happy equally and unsure of everything all around

Look at my eyes starting to tear in the corners

Realizing that an aging life has so many challenging borders.

The task and trial becomes an inner contest to see if you can digest, not what you will become, but what you will do with the threads of what you became.

Will there be a challenge to become once again and then, be in the realm of pondering, does what you became surface once more?

Where do you start and where will you end?

 

 

 

TOTAL ECLIPSE

‘Borrowed ‘Peta Pixel.’

 

Sitting sideways, looking askance at the reflecting pool, I get a total eclipse of my body. It becomes one with the reflections.

I hide this way and that way. I think no one sees. They do not see because they are looking at the reflections, witnessing their own eclipsing.

In seeing nothing, one can then begin to build something. The blankness begins to form in the southeast corner,

What is that? It is the shape of your hand. Your hand gives total mapping of where you have gone, are going, and will go.

How sensitive is the monitoring of your mapping. How telling is your eclipsing?

Hiding, showing, forming, ebbing and preceding, soaring and diving, you have nearly come full circle.

Once the circle is closed there will be no more time for growth, so stretch to the limits as you call upon your engines of power.

As you ponder, remember eclipsing comes in many forms, Perhaps all thought out or just happenstance. Whatever way you come across the opportunity to ponder, sit back, relax and go for the maximum joy your mind gives you.

Mother Earth: Hurl, Swirl, And Twirl

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I will not lay this body down

I have a wedding to attend

Nobody asks for money to lend,

Let us dig the garden we must tend

To move and cultivate to bow and bend

To enable the growth to feed our bodies to mend

And

To keep in touch with Mother Earth

Our Mama’s with babies to birth

Give rise to the mounting gift of worth

Within the mounds of earth, unearthed.

Because

We need each other’s thoughts and ideas

Without use of a The World Encyclopedias

To review the History of change

Facts and words we cannot rearrange.

As well as

Basing our study on real events

Digging and planting and covering with tents

Not just to be having fun but…

To tame the sun that burns the tiny seedlings.

By the way…

Ask not why the powerful pull is upon us but

Know that it is what keeps us grounded

As we spin and twirl around.

Now

Nourished by the sun, grounded by the twirl

In the atmosphere we do hurl

Planting the garden, both boy and girl

Gathered together in one great big swirl

Hold on……

 

A Simple Meditation

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Whatever your day holds is what we are after today. We want a way to bring forth what is available at the moment. Sit quietly, count backwards, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, pausing at each step to ponder and dwell.

Now count 5,4,3,2, and on number1 pause before entering the open door.

Once inside of the room look around. The room is empty and awaiting your input. Decorate with furniture, flooring, encouraging colors, and consider using velvets and silk. This will be where you will go often to bring back your thoughts, review your memories, and work on your future.

You will enjoy this process as often as you like and be assured you will gather new and pertinent information about yourself each and every time you count down to 1 and go inside your own personally decorated room. Be aware of the lessons of delight.

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