Learning to Love

Posted by Whiz on June 14, 2013

I’ve been working with a daily discipline of reading, writing and quiet reflection of spiritual thoughts, ideas, Bible Lessons, and discovery that keep thoughts focused and at peace.

Today’s exercise revolves around the command to “Love thy neighbor as thyself.” Some of the insights that came to me brought new understanding surrounding these profound words of direction on how we live our lives.

Today is June 14, my 15th day of a walk through a 28-Day Shift to Wealth exercise. I love discovering enlarged and enlightening ideas with each walk through this pathway shift. Today is loving my neighbor as myself day. Yes, of course. We all understand that basically we are to love our neighbors. I love discovering also that we are Love Loving Itself as Itself, God’s (Love’s) expression. Enlarging this concept, why would we not love our neighbor in this same profound way?

In my quest of living Truth and listening to this voice in my head, that tries to sound like me, I realize that this neighbor going on at times in my head does not sound very loving. I now better understand that this voice is not really me even though it does a very good imitation. What a relief to discover that is not me. Is not the God expression, so I let it go.Yet still, that voice lingers within my head repeating less than God ideas.

Today’s exercise has me stepping back, looking outside in and be an objective observer, paying attention to what this voice as me was saying, both out loud, to myself about myself, and to others about myself, or to myself about others.

The first realization I had is that for all the awakening taking place within me and my experience that is enabling me to soften my views of what’s going on around me, that critic within continues sounding critical (and sounding very much like me) when referring to myself. This most definitely is not the voice of any neighbor I would go out of my way to be around if given a choice.

With the objective observer perspective, this voice can be easily recognized as not me, God, Truth or Love speaking, surely not how Love Loving Itself would speak. I am aware enough that I no longer believe what this voice says, yet I notice that I continue to give this counterfeit voice a space to speak, to hang out, day in and day out within my thoughts that pulls me down. Time for more enlightening discovery and remove any sense of credibility to that critical voice. Time to love my neighbor as myself, AS myself as my neighbor.

A twist on the words brings clarity as to my One Source, the one that I allow to hang out in thought. I no longer am tempted to believe that 2+2=5, not even for an instant do I believe that to be true. I no longer am tempted to examine why that equation isn’t true. In like manner, I need no longer be tempted to believe that voice.

That voice that sounds like me, yet carries many of the words I heard as a child that attached to my belief system as a truth about me, I now discover this is, in fact,not me at all It is not my mother, her mother, my sister, or even the world thought when sounding critical.

As an observer I see that voice of criticism must be impersonalized. It does not speak truth, it is error, DWAB, serpent, devil, untrue, a lie. We know that the only validity of a lie is to be believed as true. Once seen as a lie, it simply dissolves, disappears. The truth is God is the only Creator, and He makes only good.

My work is to listen and let Truth uncover the error that needs to be healed. Stop rehearsing what’s not true. Stand fast in the truth of Love as the only creator.

Let go. Trust.

Love my neighbor as myself.

Love.

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14Jun
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Lessons from birds

Posted by Whiz on May 18, 2013

It’s been a long while since writing on this blog. My time and focus seem to have been centered with writing in other venues. One of these is through traveling with Beca Lewis’ 28-Day Shift to Wealth that is a beautiful way to discipline daily writings and readings while discovering true wealth. I am continuing to repeat this wealth journey, and am in the 4th consecutive time through, discovering more and going deeper with each journey. I am copying and sharing today’s blog entry here in this blog. I hope to move back into practicing the discipline of writing here on a more consistent basis. I highly recommend the 28-Day Shift to Wealth that’s offered through perceptionu.com as part of the Shift Community as a gathering place for members. Check it out: perceptionu.com/about/join

Day 16, Love Letter Day of the 28 day journey (and beyond!) shifting to wealth. I will admit that I’ve not always actually written this letter on my several times through this exhibition. I have the last few times walking through.

This time through and with greater awareness, this letter almost wrote itself. I am filled with appreciation and acknowledgement of all the qualities from that poem from the Bible in the book of Corinthians referring to those I am qualities, I AM….patient, kind, truthful, protective, trusting, hopeful, persevering, successful. What stood out to me with today’s reading exercise is that many of the qualities come from what I am not….not proud, not rude, not self seeking, not easily angered, etc.

I much prefer stating as a positive of what I am rather than putting into negative of what I am not. This stems from something learned long ago that the sub-conscious doesn’t hear the “not”, and instead hears the “I am proud, rude, self seeking,” etc. Simple act. Profound difference, and this in spite of the truth that there is no subconscious in the realm of Truth, only One Mind, yet most beneficial to see and recognize the subtle distinctions.

This morning I had lovely experience and learning lessons from woodpecker, blue heron, and last week from blue jay, that fits in with today’s discussions surrounding loving ourselves.

Last week I had the privilege of seeing blue jay enjoying a bath in a small puddle in the woods while on a bike ride. I recognized this very private moment we shared is not something blue jay shares with just anyone! Looking up blue jay in Animal Speak I read blue jay to be a reminder to follow through on things, to not be a dabbler but rather become a true master. Reflecting on “the greater resourcefulness and adaptability about to unfold” and see the blue jay as indication of moving away from imbalance was helpful yet it didn’t move me away from the sense of being a dabbler as not so desirable to be.

Then this morning woodpecker showed up in a most distinctive manner of a single call. I couldn’t see it yet knew the call came from nearby branches. A few minutes later I saw the woodpecker fly directly in front on me, eye level, from right to left with the bright red head standing out clearly and most obviously getting my attention.

Animal Speak
mentions that typically woodpecker represents discrimination and the power of rhythm. Yet this woodpecker was not drumming with pecking, only the lone distinctive call and then flying past me. The red headed woodpecker, with the red mantle of feathers covering its head and neck, reflects stimulation of mental activities with awakening to new mental faculties…..stimulating new rhythms, new changes. The typical flight of woodpecker is an up and down flight, fly up, coast down, fly up, coast down, yet this woodpecker flew in a straight line across my range of view. I sense it was telling me to follow my own pattern, my own rhythm, do what works for me in the manner best for me. The foundation is here. Now safe to follow my rhythms.

I realize this post is getting a bit lengthy yet I must make mention of the next bird that showed up this morning. A blue heron. Flying straight towards me, then flying up over my building. Heron represents self determination, self reliance, symbols of balance, progress, exploring life into deeper significance. Blue heron feeds while standing in the water, reflecting a connection to earth while exploring, and this tells me the importance of exploring various activities.

On the surface this appears to be dabbling, the quality I perceived as lacking focus. Yet, here is the blue heron showing up to tell me that there is success through being the traditional “jack of all trades”. This ability enables me to follow my own path in a way that many people would not ever be able to do, not structured, not seeming to have stability and security in it. Yet there is. It’s simply a matter of perspective. Security in heron medicine gives the ability to do a variety of tasks. If one way doesn’t work, another will. Heron people seem to know….inherently.

This message of approval that I may trust this “jack of all trades” path and that I realize is a good thing rather than being out of balance. The heron flying past, head folded back in a flat s-shape loop, feet out behind in a straight line indicates innate wisdom of being able to maneuver through life and life circumstances, that allow movement towards opportunities that may present themselves was a perfect message for me on this write a love letter to myself day.

I am grateful for humility to know who is navigating. Thank you.

18May

Darwin’s Tubercle & Dancing on the Planet

Posted by Whiz on August 26, 2012

My search for creative expression lead me to discover that I am part of 10.4% of the population that has this feature. Who knew? Or even wants to know this sort of unimportant, irrelevant even, information? Read on!

There is much to be learned from searching this topic but the short version of it all is, that it’s considered to be a congenital condition present as a thickening on the ear, and so called because its description was first published by Charles Darwin in the opening pages of The Descent of Man, as evidence of a vestigal feature indicating common ancestry among primates.

The gene for Darwin’s Tubercle believed to be inherited yet has incomplete penetrance, meaning that those who possess the gene will not necessarily present the mutation. Similar examples, hind legs on whales, extra toes on horses, teeth in chickens. Wow. Again I ask, who knew?!

My word for today is creative, and my intention is to notice when, where and how I see this expressed throughout my day.

This inspired me to watch again the YouTube video made by Matt Dancing on the Planet ap120710dancing on planet

Watching this expression of joy and dance makes me smile. This then lead me to want to read more about Matt and discover how this video came about, what inspired him, and is where I discovered the above tidbit of information about tubercles. I read that Matt has this Darwin tubercle which he thinks is the coolest name ever for anything (I do too!)

I had no idea what it was and looked up in Wikipedia to learn more, and is where I discovered this picture of human and primate ears. When I looked in the mirror, I discovered that I too have this atavistic feature on my right ear! Of course I had to write about this nonsensical yet comical discovery. Starting a survey….who else has this little known feature. Who knows where this path of discovery may lead?

I stand with Mary Baker Eddy as written in Science and Health p 14, “Entirely separate from the belief and dream of material living, is the Life divine, revealing spiritual understanding and consciousness of man’s dominion over the whole earth.” and move away from this human sense of genetics and congenital ear conditions as having any authority or truth.

Discernment is key to separate error from truth. The light of love shines throughout the world as seen, felt and expressed through the dancing video. I choose the beauty of dance and the humor of discovery.

More to follow on this path of discovery and creativity……

In the meantime, keep dancing! Thank you Matt for this lesson of discovery!

26Aug

In my own back yard

Posted by Whiz on June 19, 2012

A small discovery showed up for me yesterday as I was reminded that beauty is all around us all the time if we notice. I love hydrangeas and grow a variety of different types that are now in bloom in my yard, appreciating the many shades of their blooms. Those soft blues are my favorites. I love to cut and arrange some stems, placing them in a bowl and pitcher that is in wash stand that sits by my front door.

After finishing making that arrangement, several small pieces had broken off and were left over. As these were quite short, barely enough stem to insert into water, none of even my smallest containers would work.

I stood there holding these blooms, looked around, wondering what to do. I couldn’t just throw these beauties away! Then I noticed a container I’d brought inside just that morning that was filled with small, clear Christmas ornaments. I’d intended that these go to Good Will on one of my de-cluttering runs, but somehow this container had gone unnoticed as I made the drop off and has since been sliding around in the back of my car.

They were the perfect size. I pulled the loop end off two of them, then filled with water and voila! Perfect small containers for these beautiful blooms. One problem….they couldn’t stand on their own….no bottom! I walked around house looking for a place to put them and not roll over. I walked out onto deck, noticed the small planter on the table, then wedged them in amongst the leaves and stems, and saw that they were steady.

As it was another lovely evening, I decided later to eat dinner on the deck. As I sat down to enjoy dinner out there, the picture you see above caught my attention. I loved how the blue in the container was highlighted from the blue of the blooms.

The simplicity in construction, the design, colors blue and green in complete harmony, all came together on their own, and captured my eye as they spoke to me. I decided to snap this picture with my cell phone, then emailed it to myself. (a habit I do often when I chance upon a beautiful scene that I want to save when out and about)

I love how beauty shows up. It’s all around us all the time, isn’t it? We only need to stop, observe, appreciate and now, share.

Sometimes the simplest objects bring the most joy.

19Jun

Why Don’t We Do What We Know Works and How We Recognize the Lie?

Posted by Whiz on June 14, 2012

I have not written recently in my blog. I have neglected writing my Morning Pages. Both areas of writing are beneficial as they help in getting random thoughts out of my head and down on the paper. Morning pages especially have proven beneficial to addressing this idea as it gets busy and heavy within when left to rumble around and around in thought!

“Morning pages”, so called, is the practice of writing early each morning, sitting down to write before the day’s demands rush in to write down whatever may be traveling through our thoughts. Writing constantly, no stopping, critiquing or correcting grammar or spelling, and without lifting hand from page until three pages have been written. The purpose for this? To clear away that clutter from our head, to make room for thoughts from the heart….messages within…to have room to grow.

Sometimes that voice that sounds like it’s us speaking. It pretends to be helpful, pretends to be constructive, yet all the while it’s creeping in, taking up space, crowding out angel thoughts until we are tricked into believing that that’s our voice, or even worse….God’s voice talking. How we determine whether it’s the talking serpent/liar or not is when we look within to determine how we feel after hearing and listening to the message. Does the message bring a sense of peace? Does it bring a sense of not good?

After writing this morning’s “morning pages”, a piece of yellow paper caught my attention. Where it came from or even how it happened to be on my table at that moment are not clear. But the words were definitely for my attention and consideration. These words were written in my handwriting, not my regular hand writing, but with my left-handwriting, a practice I had to do for several weeks while recovering from a broken shoulder. This left-hand writing was very distinctive, yet recognizably my hand writing practice from several years ago. Definitely attention getting with this slip of paper showing up this morning.

The words I had written and now read were, “It’s a symbol for accomplishing that which seems impossible and how to find the miracle of joyful living from my own life circumstances.” I do not know what the “it” may have been in reference to….perhaps a tree or bird or plant that had been brought into focus at that time. What it brought into focus for me now was that this message was not easy to hear.

Why has this message resurfaced for me? Especially now with many thoughts popping in and out of my thinking that are trying to say there is not much miracle or success going on? Gratefully I recognize that this is not my true voice that speaks with such thoughts.

Yes, I have succeeded in finding time for quietly listening. For gratitude. For healing thoughts and messages for friends and family. Then that voice comes in with messages that I must do more. That there is not enough…time, money, buyers, clients, listings, income, investments, savings, paintings, successes. No, this cannot be true in this perfect balance of God, good, the One and only Creator kingdom filled with love, harmony and perfection.

Yes, I see demonstrated in remarkably moving and profound ways–small in the physical realm—that do bring moments of clarity. Then that voice that claims to be me sneaks in with niggling thoughts, “you need to do more….”

Ah-Ha! Now I hear it—-this voice….no longer speaking to me with the “I’ word. I have been alert to detecting that voice’s messages and was not listening to as often. So, now it comes in the form of “you”, as if there is another speaking to me from my within. This is a judging voice that sits within and tells me messages about what “you should be doing”. I’ve been listening! But….

Again I say, ah-ha! Now “you” have been seen, recognized……that is not my voice, not God’s voice, not my mother’s voice, children’s voices, nor business, nor articles, not anyone that I need to listen to. It is the subtle….and sometimes not so subtle….voice of error, the talking serpent! I KNOW there is no such thing. Yet with it coming in such a way that I have not been quite as alert to dismiss or to turn it out of thought and say, “get thee behind me…..” You have no reality, no truth, no validity, no creator, no foundation, no……anything that can attach itself to anyone.

The only seeming validity it can appear to possess is for us to believe it…the lie….to be true. A lie once seen as false simply fades into obscurity.

Thank you morning pages. Thank you God. Thank you angels for this small piece of yellow paper showing up today. Thank you for the articles and awareness about serpent showing up. All of this truly is the miracle of joyful living from my own life circumstances.

Even when lulled into brief periods of unawareness, I better recognize that was not me. There is only One, I AM. All is now. All is love.

That feels so much lighter!

14Jun

The Life of Flowers

Posted by Whiz on March 3, 2012

The Life of Flowers

Life adventures and learning lessons. Hope that this link is published as planned. It is another example of beauty unfolding all around us….effortless as we stay present and allow this expression! Click on link and enjoy the wonder of blooms unfold

With each viewing of this inspiring video, I am reminded of a sentence from Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy: “Spirit, God, gathers unformed thoughts into their proper channels and unfolds these thoughts, even as He opens the petals of a holy purpose in order that the purpose may appear.” p. 506 Yes. He is opening the petals. I love how gently this appears.

It is our work to trust that this is exactly and precisely what is taking place, and avoid working to force conclusions. As I move through seeming vacant phase of life, I am reminded to turn to a higher sense of God for enlightening thought and how to promote the “Cause of Truth”.

I trust beauty. Wake up and see that the “fields are white already for harvest…”

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3Mar
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Majestic Angel Oak

Posted by Whiz on March 3, 2012

I have a story to tell....

Home again, home again, jiggety jog….one of the many beautiful images I brought back with me after visiting with grandchildren in Charleston. Many fond memories formed together during the week’s visit. More pictures to follow.

Hoping that with posting this tree I will discover just how to add this and others to pinterest. I have followers without having pictures. Lessons to follow and share as learned.

3Mar

True North

Posted by Whiz on February 4, 2012

My continuing journey of discovery of what is beauty opens another door of understanding and transforms small events into huge learning opportunities.

This morning as I sat looking out my front window during quiet time, I noticed the moss growing along the side of the dogwood tree that grows there. Moss grows on the north side, right? I notice that this moss was growing on the left side of this tree. But my house faced north, at least what I thought was north.

As I studied the moss, the thought came to me that the moss knows better than I where true north is. If the moss knows on which side of the tree it is supposed to grow, I look again. I recognize that my home technically faces a northeastern direction rather than full north. I have referred to the direction my home as facing north. But now, with this fine-tuning idea of direction, I am able to see that the house actually faces northeast.

The moss knows what is true north!

I love this discernment….more finely tuned than previously thought…my house had not changed direction…nothing changed except my perception. Awareness.

In learning the meanings of the four directions as taught through Native American teachings, the definition of North offers many ideas. Some of the teachings help us learn what qualities these directions indicate and how they provide us guidance. I love learning that north provides the idea of wisdom, inner strength, endurance, renewal, spiritual introspection, and new and pure path. Spiritual Introspection.

As I walk with this direction of north in mind for the pathway of revelation, I discover that my life color purple (healing) shows up in my true north position, which also is healing and gratitude. Purple shows up in the 7th position for me, again indicating, protecting and healing. Healing within healing within healing. And the east? Self determination, which is the color brown, shows up for me as creating and knowing through enthusiasm and imagination with illumination.

Isn’t it remarkable that a little moss growing on the side of a tree can tell us so much?

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4Feb
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“Discoveries” In Search of Beauty

Posted by Whiz on January 31, 2012

I continue on my search for better understanding what beauty is. This is part of my chronicle along the path on the way of discovery as I revisit and/or re-interpret sights and sounds of beautiful.

The word arbutus from last week’s Bible Lesson stood out from the page and caught my attention. I then looked up the word and discovered a picture reminds me of the daphne odora that I have planted in my current yard. Daphne is one of my absolute favorites because of its beautiful fragrance. It is an evergreen shrub that is blooming now, another favorite quality of mine….blooming in cold weather. I discovered this plant while living in Charleston and where I planted several shrubs along the front side walk. The flowers are small and almost non-descript but, oh my, when they’re in bloom, their fragrance filled the entire area. The sweet and spicy (yes, beautiful) fragrance graced the walkway and front yard. It is similar to, but not quite as heavy as, the Confederate Jasmine (another favorite of mine).

Looking up Arbutus:

and discovered that this is a genus of 14 species of flowering plants native to warm, temperate climates of Mediterranean and western Europe, cultivated as ornamentals. Bark & leaves used to create medicines for colds, stomach problems, tuberculosis and even contraceptives. Fruit sometimes distilled into potent brandy (in Portugal) known as medronho, and is known to be great fuel wood that burns hot and long.

daphne odora: is an evergreen shrub known for its very fragrant, pale pink flowers, and glossy foliage, is native to China and Japan. Grows in fertile, acid, well-drained soil, tolerates full sun or partial shade. I am grateful that I planted more of these divine shrubs when landscaping my current home. They’re in bloom right now. I love enjoying the fragrance while walking in the yard. Some of these branches also fill an arrangement, and I am transported to heavenly places each time I pass my dining room table.

Beyond their appearance, both plants do not like root disturbance…..(do any of us?) this similarity can be even more interesting than appearances.

We notice that beauty is felt within even while we recognize it through what we see and hear.

Is beauty in what we see or hear? Or is it what transcends and inspires us?

Is it simply a co-incidence that arbutus captured my attention while on this search to define beauty?

31Jan

The Art of Allowing

Posted by Whiz on January 24, 2012

I am aware that I see beauty everywhere. Yet I do not see beauty reflected in the mirror.

New awareness. This reflection—is that me?

This morning the words “Art of Allowing” jumped off the cd that was on my counter when those words captured my attention. This cd is one from a series called Living the Art of Allowing that has been in my car for a very long time, and is part of a 6-cd series that I bought in 2006, and the only cd from the set that I still have. I brought it inside after cleaning out the interior of my car with the intention of listening to it again. The topic of this cd # 4 is “The Amazing Power of Deliberate Intent”.

I am currently taking the Intent Course….again …taking with renewed purpose and intention this time around, and so I thought this was no accident that I bumped into this particular cd with this word “Intent “ in the title. I have not re-listened to the cd but since those words jumped off the page to me this morning, I decided to sit with the question of allowing in my quiet time this morning.

Back to the image in the mirror. When not looking in the mirror, I “see” myself as beautiful, loving, able to discern and appreciate beauty in all walks of life. So why is it so difficult to see that in the image I see in the mirror? Am I believing in separation? Am I believing that there is something I need to do, such as lose weight, exercise, have face lift, change hair color in order to be more beautiful? Is that what makes us beautiful? I know that’s not true about others, why can’t I see that about myself? Am I believing more in the world view than the spiritual?

Of course those are all exterior finishes….sort of like a coat of paint, right? Except that I am learning that what I see on the outside is reflecting what is inside. Am I willing to uncover the error and expose what’s really going on? Am I willing to trust, to love myself as God’s expression, exactly as He made me? Beautiful, complete…”His work is done….and behold, very good…”? Not human?

Or do I still have a belief in separation from God? What is beauty? What is beautiful? Why is it so easy for me to see beauty everywhere except within? This is what needs to let go—belief that God’s idea is ever, could ever, be anything except beautiful—not a certain size, weight, color, height, form. This is a huge revelation and awareness.

I remember hearing my mother tell me on many occasions, “handsome is as handsome does”. What I heard was, “you’re not beautiful, deal with it, be satisfied with the idea that you’ll never be beautiful, so be a nice person instead so people will like you.” That is the message I heard.

I realize that this is why seeing beauty, helping others see beauty they possess, uncover the error in thought about what makes one beautiful has been so important to me. It is this false belief that needs to be washed away, healed, and to see only love filling all space.

When I look at pictures of my mother when she was a young girl, I see that she truly was a beautiful little girl. She also was considered large for her age, standing taller than her mother as well as her older brother. Her mother was a small and slender person. I can imagine some of the things my mother may have been told as a child from a mother who was not known for her nurturing qualities but had a rather austere, stern way that she conveyed.

I know that my mother associated small with beautiful and big with clumsy, big was not beautiful, and she was never able to feel beautiful herself. The thought comes to me now that she had not learned how to nurture nor appreciate her innate beauty. Her mother, who had never learned how to nurture, nor even appreciate beauty beyond appearances, was not able to teach my mother how to nurture either. (Does this mean that I don’t know how to nurture? Another thought floating to the surface to flow away as an untruth about One Parent, Love, that we are. )

Big associated with clumsy. This is what I associate as I recall over hearing my mother talking about me to someone, telling them that I was not very graceful. I took tap dance lessons believing that I wasn’t graceful enough for ballet. Did I want to take ballet? I don’t remember. I did enjoy tapping.

I had not taken tap lessons very long around the time I was to go ice skating with my siblings. I was told that I had to use the double runner skates. I hated them. They weren’t pretty. They weren’t graceful. They were baby skates. I’m not a baby. (I remember my favorite thing about getting a baby brother was that I was no longer the baby of the family)
I talked my sister into letting me wear her single-runner skates after she was finished, and while we were waiting for our ride home. I’ll show them. I can too skate on big-girl skates. But those skates were too big for me. It was really hard skating on just one runner. I couldn’t skate. I fell. Hard. I couldn’t get up.

I remember my brother and sister kept telling me to get up. Quit being a baby. Stop crying. But I couldn’t get up. Everyone kept trying to make me walk on the sore leg. I kept crying. I couldn’t. It hurt too much.
Finally—I don’t remember how long—they believed me and I was taken for x-ray. My leg was broken—in two places. Everyone felt badly about trying to make me walk on a broken leg.

I still remember that cast. From my toes all the up to the top of my thigh, and I had to wear it a long, long time. I can still remember not being able to scratch the itch under the cast, and the smell from my toes from not being able to wash thoroughly between the toes well enough to eliminate that smell.

I remember when that cast was finally cut off…..with an electric power saw…I was so scared. And then I remember my disappointment when told that we needed to put another cast back on because the bone wasn’t completely healed. This next cast was smaller but still covered my whole leg. I don’t remember just how long all of this took, but to a 7 year old, it seemed like an eternity.

I remember when the second cast was finally taken off….again cut off with a power saw but not as scary this time because I now knew they weren’t going to actually slip and saw off my leg by mistake. I remember standing in our living room in that house in Ravenna after coming home without the cast and with my entire family standing there all telling me to walk. Only I couldn’t. It still hurt…..this time because the leg was filled with pins and needles because of being in a cast for such a long time….much too painful for this 7 year old in spite of all the prodding to ignore the pins and walk. I kept hearing, “don’t be a baby”, “stop crying”, “walk”. I don’t remember any nurturing comments.

I don’t have a memory of what happened next but I obviously did start walking again. I remember that I didn’t take any more tap dance lessons. I believed that I was too clumsy. “Handsome is as handsome does”.

I have loved watching the Ice Capades. I could feel myself gliding across that ice, dancing on single-runner skates moving gracefully to beautiful music, wearing a beautiful, flowing dress, and in the arms of a handsome man. Yes, that was me. I felt it all within. I did learn to ice skate, on single runners, though I never felt quite as graceful as the professional skaters. I still love watching them.

I love to watch dancing too. I love imagining myself waltzing around and around with beautiful music in the arms of a beautiful man. I feel it completely.

This is what has been uncovered. I better understand my love of graceful ice skaters and dancers and beautiful things.
I’m sorry dear Father that I have not been seeing your beautiful child as clearly as you do. I do feel your loving embrace. Thank you.

Many life lessons throughout all of this uncovering and unfolding within me. I realize that in many ways I am still that little girl wobbling around the ice pond of life saying, “See, I can too skate on single runner skates!”

And I continue learning through “the art of allowing” that even “handsome is as handsome does” carries messages of love within it and I do feel loved.

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24Jan