Comments on: Falling http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/ Fri, 11 May 2012 14:40:25 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Anonymous http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1660 Anonymous Sun, 18 Mar 2012 16:29:54 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1660 You know, you speak of journaling with such reverence and perhaps one of the greatest therapies in understanding and exploring the deeper meaning of what you do and why you do it and perhaps even, a journey in undoing it. I suppose a journal is much like a conversation with yourself, or your higher self. A journey. A road that goes where your heart only knows. I would love to journal. I have tried all my life to journal. Sometimes I get so frustrated with myself because I can't or more likely I won't journal. So I go out and buy myself another journal and attempt another journal entry. The best I can do with it, is to draw a tree on the blank first page. And then nothing. I have nothing to say to the empty pages. Back on the shelf it goes. That certainly does not mean that I don't have words dancing in my head. I do. Lots of them. I have 63 journals sitting on my shelf with the only entry being that of a tree. I look at them and I am sad for this, what seems to me, to be an abandoned forest. It baffles me to no end because my need to write is so great. I find myself instead, picking random names out of a phone book, or newspaper classifieds where they are selling the contents of their house, or even an obituary. I have written more emails than I can say. To strangers mostly. I get so afraid that I am preaching otherwise. And now to this Messy Room. I am driven by my emotions certainly, and an insatiable curiosity of this Universe. I am not sure that it is my ego, or if I am looking for some kind of validation out there, because I can't find it in here. I am not sure if I am guided to where I my words will fall. Most of the time, I don't even know where these words come from. Actually, that's a lie. I know exactly where they come from. I am not the Author. You know they say that at first you will get a tap on the shoulder, then will come a soft whisper in your ear, and then if you still aren't listening you will get a brick on the side of your head. A klunk. Well, I got the brick a week or so ago. I was pushed out of bed by some Devine invisible force and was awakenend by the screaming of what seemed like 1000 angels, a 1000 bricks all at once, to the words "WRITE, YOU ARE BEING ISOLATED SO YOU CAN WRITE!!!" I can tell you, that it wasn't their pretty song voices either, but their outside voices. I cried. I didn't want to be isolated anymore. But more than anything, I trust. It has been proven to me time and time again, that the Universe does know what I need. So I am writing now. I believe that I have found myself in Bernadette's Messy Room so I COULD write. Perhaps it is not the great american novel I thought that I could write, but in some Devine way I am for the first time NOT the square peg trying to force myself into some obscure shape. For the first time, I feel like I fit. You are the real Angel Bernadette, you are the difference from a lifetime of wanting for someone to save me because I didn't feel strong enough, to knowing that I have everything I need to save myself, and that I am stronger than I know. I am so grateful to you, the Universe, and the 1000 Angels, the 1000 bricks, that my words, were so timely in making there way to you. love u xo You know, you speak of journaling with such reverence and perhaps one of the greatest therapies in understanding and exploring the deeper meaning of what you do and why you do it and perhaps even, a journey in undoing it.
I suppose a journal is much like a conversation with yourself, or your higher self. A journey. A road that goes where your heart only knows.
I would love to journal. I have tried all my life to journal. Sometimes I get so frustrated with myself because I can’t or more likely I won’t journal. So I go out and buy myself another journal and attempt another journal entry. The best I can do with it, is to draw a tree on the blank first page. And then nothing. I have nothing to say to the empty pages. Back on the shelf it goes. That certainly does not mean that I don’t have words dancing in my head. I do. Lots of them.
I have 63 journals sitting on my shelf with the only entry being that of a tree. I look at them and I am sad for this, what seems to me, to be an abandoned forest.
It baffles me to no end because my need to write is so great.
I find myself instead, picking random names out of a phone book, or newspaper classifieds where they are selling the contents of their house, or even an obituary. I have written more emails than I can say. To strangers mostly. I get so afraid that I am preaching otherwise. And now to this Messy Room.
I am driven by my emotions certainly, and an insatiable curiosity of this Universe. I am not sure that it is my ego, or if I am looking for some kind of validation out there, because I can’t find it in here. I am not sure if I am guided to where I my words will fall. Most of the time, I don’t even know where these words come from. Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly where they come from. I am not the Author.
You know they say that at first you will get a tap on the shoulder, then will come a soft whisper in your ear, and then if you still aren’t listening you will get a brick on the side of your head. A klunk. Well, I got the brick a week or so ago. I was pushed out of bed by some Devine invisible force and was awakenend by the screaming of what seemed like 1000 angels, a 1000 bricks all at once, to the words “WRITE, YOU ARE BEING ISOLATED SO YOU CAN WRITE!!!” I can tell you, that it wasn’t their pretty song voices either, but their outside voices. I cried. I didn’t want to be isolated anymore. But more than anything, I trust. It has been proven to me time and time again, that the Universe does know what I need. So I am writing now.
I believe that I have found myself in Bernadette’s Messy Room so I COULD write. Perhaps it is not the great american novel I thought that I could write, but in some Devine way I am for the first time NOT the square peg trying to force myself into some obscure shape. For the first time, I feel like I fit.
You are the real Angel Bernadette, you are the difference from a lifetime of wanting for someone to save me because I didn’t feel strong enough, to knowing that I have everything I need to save myself, and that I am stronger than I know.
I am so grateful to you, the Universe, and the 1000 Angels, the 1000 bricks, that my words, were so timely in making there way to you.
love u xo

]]> By: Bernadette http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1659 Bernadette Sun, 18 Mar 2012 01:00:18 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1659 Donna, I just saw this tonight ... and tonight is the night that I needed to read your words. "We find ourselves now between a full moon and a new moon. Between an ending and a beginning. Where emotions have peaked and there are too many ducks to get in a row and this place now at the half moon, where we find ourselves with half of an idea, perhaps half a plan and probably half the time we feel that we need to bring it all together. And we can’t forget about, one big &^%$%^&! cliff. TRUST." And, "Oddly enough, if you know how to love yourself, you can make love stay, Forever." Brilliant, my dear ... and SO needed right now on so many levels! Thank you! :) Donna, I just saw this tonight … and tonight is the night that I needed to read your words.

“We find ourselves now between a full moon and a new moon. Between an ending and a beginning. Where emotions have peaked and there are too many ducks to get in a row and this place now at the half moon, where we find ourselves with half of an idea, perhaps half a plan and probably half the time we feel that we need to bring it all together. And we can’t forget about, one big &^%$%^&! cliff.
TRUST.”

And, “Oddly enough, if you know how to love yourself, you can make love stay, Forever.”

Brilliant, my dear … and SO needed right now on so many levels! Thank you! :)

]]> By: Anonymous http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1658 Anonymous Thu, 15 Mar 2012 03:16:59 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1658 Tom Robbins wrote, “If you can tell me the purpose of the moon, I will tell you how to make love stay.” I have spent my life trying to answer just that. Looking at the moon this morning, it was half full. Or perhaps, half empty, depending on your outlook. Whatever it might look to you, it was clear to me, that whatever it is that is unfolding, it is only half told. We are moving, as the moon waxes and wanes, as the tides ebb and flow and as we teeter back and forth between hanging on and letting go. Where the sun speaks of events and moments, the moon will speak of emotion, endings and beginnings. We find ourselves now between a full moon and a new moon. Between an ending and a beginning. Where emotions have peaked and there are too many ducks to get in a row and this place now at the half moon, where we find ourselves with half of an idea, perhaps half a plan and probably half the time we feel that we need to bring it all together. And we can’t forget about, one big &^%$%^&! cliff. Trust. The moon is working your emotions, and Pluto, well, Pluto is working the soul. Have faith in that. They are relentless. It may take a few klunks, but they will get you there. So all this waxing and waning, ebbing and flowing, and hanging on and letting go keeps us shifting towards what it is that we want in our life, what we really want in our heart of hearts. Towards forgiving, towards loving who we are, towards loving others and towards something that is right up our alley The moon will not stop. It will keep you moving forward. I promise you, it will bring you home. So what is the purpose of the moon? The purpose of the moon is to follow you home. And the moon will see that you get there. Interesting, the saying “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.” The moon will shine on you with its powerful light and show you exactly, how to love yourself first. Like a Pizza Pie. Oddly enough, if you know how to love yourself, you can make love stay, Forever. Thank you Mr. Robbins. That was my best idea on the purpose of the moon. Accidently too, was my best idea on how to make love stay. Love Donna Tom Robbins wrote, “If you can tell me the purpose of the moon, I will tell you how to make love stay.”

I have spent my life trying to answer just that. Looking at the moon this morning, it was half full. Or perhaps, half empty, depending on your outlook. Whatever it might look to you, it was clear to me, that whatever it is that is unfolding, it is only half told.

We are moving, as the moon waxes and wanes, as the tides ebb and flow and as we teeter back and forth between hanging on and letting go.

Where the sun speaks of events and moments, the moon will speak of emotion, endings and beginnings. We find ourselves now between a full moon and a new moon. Between an ending and a beginning. Where emotions have peaked and there are too many ducks to get in a row and this place now at the half moon, where we find ourselves with half of an idea, perhaps half a plan and probably half the time we feel that we need to bring it all together. And we can’t forget about, one big &^%$%^&! cliff.

Trust. The moon is working your emotions, and Pluto, well, Pluto is working the soul. Have faith in that. They are relentless. It may take a few klunks, but they will get you there.

So all this waxing and waning, ebbing and flowing, and hanging on and letting go keeps us shifting towards what it is that we want in our life, what we really want in our heart of hearts. Towards forgiving, towards loving who we are, towards loving others and towards something that is right up our alley

The moon will not stop. It will keep you moving forward. I promise you, it will bring you home.

So what is the purpose of the moon? The purpose of the moon is to follow you home. And the moon will see that you get there.

Interesting, the saying “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.” The moon will shine on you with its powerful light and show you exactly, how to love yourself first. Like a Pizza Pie.

Oddly enough, if you know how to love yourself, you can make love stay, Forever.
Thank you Mr. Robbins.
That was my best idea on the purpose of the moon.
Accidently too, was my best idea on how to make love stay.

Love Donna

]]> By: Anonymous http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1657 Anonymous Tue, 13 Mar 2012 01:45:15 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1657 It has been said that the most important thing in life is to be yourself. Unless of course, you can be Batman. Always choose Batman. With the view from the edge of the cliff where I am standing, it seems to me, to be a fitting send off. In my life though, depending on whether I can find both of my cowboy boots or not, I prefer being that of Bonanza Jellybean. The cliff would seem much less daunting when you can have both gun blazing while screaming, YAHOO, as you step over the edge and into the abyss. xo It has been said that the most important thing in life is to be yourself. Unless of course, you can be Batman. Always choose Batman. With the view from the edge of the cliff where I am standing, it seems to me, to be a fitting send off. In my life though, depending on whether I can find both of my cowboy boots or not, I prefer being that of Bonanza Jellybean. The cliff would seem much less daunting when you can have both gun blazing while screaming, YAHOO, as you step over the edge and into the abyss.
xo

]]> By: Bernadette http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1656 Bernadette Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:26:16 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1656 Thanks, Sheila! Kinda painted myself into a corner on this one, eh? Lemons or lemonade! :) Thanks, Sheila! Kinda painted myself into a corner on this one, eh? Lemons or lemonade! :)

]]> By: sheila http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1655 sheila Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:00:14 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1655 Very interesting! I like this idea! Very interesting! I like this idea!

]]> By: Donna Harvey http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1653 Donna Harvey Mon, 05 Mar 2012 14:00:55 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1653 I saw a leaf fall off a tree today. No other leaves fell. It wasn't a particularly windy day. I wondered then, if it was a rogue leaf. A pioneer for change. Had this leaf decided that life on his tree had run its course? Perhaps, the leaf was ready for something more. Ready to branch out, and take the leap for something that would allow it to grow beyond the attachments and patterns that kept it rooted to its benefactor. What about his buddies, that remained rooted, turning their "blades" on change? Testimony certainly, to their fears and of their allegiance to the tree. What are they thinking? Did they have a town meeting, Did they oppose or did they endorse, the recklessness of the rogue leaf? So what now? The leaf has touched down. Clearly, the leaf looks pretty sad. Does the leaf think it has made a terrible mistake? Is its anxiety, only exacerbated by the fact that it can't get back on the tree, much less, re-root itself to its old branch? It can't be with his old buddies anymore. Separated from what it knew best. From what was familiar. From its benefactor. Did the leaf curse itself for being such a fool, for making such leap of faith. Did the leaf agonize, over last chances, lost opportunities? Or, did the leaf remain where it fell and give up hope? By appearances, it did not. From where I sat: It seemed, as if the leaf had taken this stolen moment, having fallen far from the tree, to indulge his senses, and revel in the scenery from this new perspective. Oddly enough, as if on cue, a rogue wind blew in and lifted the leaf, way high up, higher even, than the tree that it just left, and I am sure I could hear the tree vibrate in delight for the courage of the leaf. The last time I saw the leaf, it had fallen softly, on the buoyant pond, near the bulrushes and the dragonflies, and drifted bravely, into its future. Reward Courage I saw a leaf fall off a tree today. No other leaves fell. It wasn’t a particularly windy day. I wondered then, if it was a rogue leaf. A pioneer for change. Had this leaf decided that life on his tree had run its course? Perhaps, the leaf was ready for something more. Ready to branch out, and take the leap for something that would allow it to grow beyond the attachments and patterns that kept it rooted to its benefactor.

What about his buddies, that remained rooted, turning their “blades” on change? Testimony certainly, to their fears and of their allegiance to the tree. What are they thinking? Did they have a town meeting, Did they oppose or did they endorse, the recklessness of the rogue leaf?

So what now? The leaf has touched down. Clearly, the leaf looks pretty sad. Does the leaf think it has made a terrible mistake? Is its anxiety, only exacerbated by the fact that it can’t get back on the tree, much less, re-root itself to its old branch? It can’t be with his old buddies anymore. Separated from what it knew best. From what was familiar. From its benefactor. Did the leaf curse itself for being such a fool, for making such leap of faith. Did the leaf agonize, over last chances, lost opportunities? Or, did the leaf remain where it fell and give up hope?

By appearances, it did not.

From where I sat:

It seemed, as if the leaf had taken this stolen moment, having fallen far from the tree, to indulge his senses, and revel in the scenery from this new perspective.

Oddly enough, as if on cue, a rogue wind blew in and lifted the leaf, way high up, higher even, than the tree that it just left, and I am sure I could hear the tree vibrate in delight for the courage of the leaf.
The last time I saw the leaf, it had fallen softly, on the buoyant pond, near the bulrushes and the dragonflies, and drifted bravely, into its future.

Reward Courage

]]> By: Bernadette http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1652 Bernadette Sun, 04 Mar 2012 06:04:02 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1652 So, “Falling” today means something entirely different than what I thought. It is a more the “faith-filled” leap into the void of the unknown. There is a forgiveness found in accepting the things one cannot change. What would Bernadette THEN think about Bernadette NOW … AGAIN? She would be happy that SHE is still there for HER … even though it might be a bit MESSY! On THIS day of 2012, she and Ray are at peace FINALLY with accepting that they can separate BECAUSE they love each other … who’d a thunk?? So, “Falling” today means something entirely different than what I thought. It is a more the “faith-filled” leap into the void of the unknown. There is a forgiveness found in accepting the things one cannot change. What would Bernadette THEN think about Bernadette NOW … AGAIN? She would be happy that SHE is still there for HER … even though it might be a bit MESSY! On THIS day of 2012, she and Ray are at peace FINALLY with accepting that they can separate BECAUSE they love each other … who’d a thunk??

]]> By: Bernadette http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-1244 Bernadette Sat, 21 Aug 2010 14:11:20 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-1244 So ... I "liked" myself. How cool of Facebook to encourage me to do that! :) So … I “liked” myself. How cool of Facebook to encourage me to do that! :)

]]> By: Bernadette http://enlightenedink.com/blog/2010/03/03/falling/comment-page-1/#comment-741 Bernadette Tue, 09 Mar 2010 00:53:25 +0000 http://enlightenedink.com/blog/?p=966#comment-741 Lots of good food for thought, Kerry. I think when we take those vows we can't REALLY get it ... that apparently comes later! Lots of good food for thought, Kerry. I think when we take those vows we can’t REALLY get it … that apparently comes later!

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