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.

CENTERING TO MEET THE ELEVATIION IN THE MIDDDLE

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Your body and mind are your centering tools. Be centered. Set your feet when you feel your body is balanced. Breathe deeply. Enjoy the balanced state and the physicality of it. Concentrate. Practice getting the physical parts centered and stable.

 

Now transfer to centering the mind. The mind is a wandering element until you pull in invisible strings and hold it in place. Close your eyes and breathe in deeply. Talk to yourself in a calm centering tone. Tell yourself that you want to relax and learn something absolutely and purposefully in the direction of your needs. Your mind sets about changing the circumstances and relates to you a new qualitative prospect. Congratulations, how deeply you have centered.

 

When we talk about centering we move in a circle. You stand still, but your internal motions go circular. Once you realize you have circular thoughts they become so much more relevant. What if you pulled from your center all that you can and let the contents dribble from top to bottom? You would see a pool a reflective, inspirational pool of yourself. Never before have you centered through to the real purpose. The purpose once revealed is powerful and mesmerizing. You are happy with the attention you have given yourself.

 

Keep physically and mentally centered and you will progress beyond what you have ever before imagined. If you have pain, centering removes so much of it. Pain is washed away and lack of it is a reminder to stay centered as often as possible. The elevation in the middle is a new plane of existence and the newest revelation in your contemplative mind.

Seductive Shade

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Seductive Shade

See how the shade casts shadows stirring up the imprints of reflections on the water? In contemplative thinking I am wondering what other casts shadows make.

You would think that shadows cast would dull and darken things. Yes, you would be right and in the darkening new and productive images arise, giving you new meditative choices.

You become aware that mostly opaque dense object that let very little light passes through cast shadows. You use yourself and change positions of body parts to obtain your own shadow. Shadows are long in the early morning and shorten as the day passes. You can do many experiments with shadows. Tracing the shape of a shadow cast and filling it with your own lines and shapes is art. You and nature have a partnership to create shadows and in the fun and frolicking of shadow castings you learn to live joyful moments. In casting shadows, you for the moment cast away your worries, your angst, regrets, frets, fears, and gather some momentary peace.

Learning the casting of shadows can be thoughtful lessons. The artist learns how different portions of the entity are at differing depths and the body, which is closer to light, will cast a shadow on the object more in the distance. When studying light and distance, the shadows that form change so rapidly your thoughts cannot be idle.

If your thoughts come rapid fire when observing shadows then, light can cure your mind of ills. The shadows provide the shade your mind needs to be seduced into seductive thinking, which turns your shady thoughts into healing vibrations. You are unaware of the healing and the vibrations. You only have to stand in the light and stand in the casting of shadows to recognize the differences in your mindset. Now is the time to remember to recognize and cast shadows. Observe the casting of shadows in as many locations as possible to gain instructions on Seductive Shade.

Mr. Ruff and Tuff Part 3

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Big Nostrils Breed a Life Long Fear!

All of a sudden, I cannot remember her name. She was the #1 Pre-School Principal in our area. My mother decided to enroll me in this neighborhood pre-school because, she wanted to reward my good behavior. I asked why this school was so special, and she replied that it was a fun; all day, school. She loved to see me smile. So this happy, all day, fun place would bring lots of smiles. I bought it. I had no inhibitions or fearful thoughts until Mrs. Forgot Her Name opened her school door.   There, all of her 250 pounds stood smiling below her huge quivering nostrils. At that very moment, I manufactured my life’s worst nightmare of being sucked into her huge Gargantuan nostrils. As the huge, trembling, quivering, wavering nostrils came closer to me; I dove off of the steps, into the garden, and started running as fast as I could, ever forgetting to take a breath here and there. Whatever happened behind the pre-school doors is something I will never know because I was told I became unconscious for a short time. Needless to say, my strong willed, tenderhearted mother saved me.

On Being a Messy Painter

When I joined the bustling Kindergarten class at S.S.E.S., I knew this was going to be my all day fun place. Everything was beautiful. I noticed so many new things. Only in writing these few memories do I realize, perhaps the other students were not so awestruck because many of them had been in Mrs. I Forgot her Name’s preschool being sucked up by nostrils. Oh, today was painting day, whatever that meant. It did not take long to slip on a painting shirt and poke the brushes into the milk cups.I remember being very happy working at the painting station, until the teacher said,“ My, my, you are a very messy painter.” She pointed out my forehead and my chin full of painting swashes, and did not neglect to show me the easel full of my exuberance. For years, I studied what it means to be a messy painter in the most positive of terms. I came up with the facts of being messy means a great sign of depth and enthusiasm, unafraid and a willingness to achieve.

Also, it means one with a vibrant, creative, independent, futuristic soul. I accept.

 Pee? Not By Me

Have you noticed when you enter theaters and auditoriums used for elaborate venues, they have tiered seating? When I was only in the third grade, a great avenue through the middle of my mind opened up for viewing. It never occurred to me that the tiered seating opened up viewing and that you had to know which way the pee flowed to get away with what I tired.

I asked the teacher if I could use the restroom and annoyed as can be she grunted out the words, “No You Cannot!” In my immature mind, I figured when the movie starts, and the lights are out, I will do my deed, and I did. They cannot tell me not to do what I felt could be done and over in minutes. Little did I realize that the auditorium being tiered allows me to tell this story 70 years later. When the movie was over, the lights flicked on and the principal waked to the microphone in the front of the auditorium. He winced and stepped over something. Oh no; he began to follow the water from the puddle in the front to my exact chair.

How did this happen? Surprise little girl, rules are rules and you can’t always do what you want and get away with it. 

Lost By One Vote

During the last year of Junior High School, I ran for 9th grade President. I had been active in the politics of the school, had strong grades, and thought I would be a good representative for our class. On voting day, we all quietly entered the classroom to listen to the speeches, and hear the teachers explain the duties of the President. I wondered what to do. Do I vote for myself or for the other candidate to be polite?   Such was the dilemma. Wasn’t I very naive? I lost by one vote, my own.

Dismissed from Chorus on a Human Failing

I love to sing, but standing next to me was an endurance test. I have since found out that I am tone deaf and all of what I thought were lilting melodies, were in fact horrid sounds. The teacher, as it turned out, was pretty crafty. She worked it out with the students to stop singing at a particular spot, leaving only my wailing resonances and me. My mind was crushed and my body left barely able to walk from the scene.

I had been dismissed from Chorus. I still mouth the words to the Happy Birthday song after all of these many years.

 

 

 

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