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The Wren

I finished up the morning chores, and went into the bathroom to take care of business, and there was a tiny bird caught in between the blinds and the window. No idea how she got in, never happened before. I looked and it was a Wren. She would not let me capture her to carry her outside. What to do? Finally it dawned on me, “Open the window, you idiot!” So I did.

More Ideas on PTSD

For those who are doing the shadow work of releasing repressed emotions, trauma, and coming into an understanding of what their personal patterns and triggers are for those behaviors that do not serve us very well – here are some thoughts I’ve been having as I do my own inner work. I want to beContinue reading “More Ideas on PTSD”

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

My topic today is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This is rather personal today, but I feel called to talk about it, because until recently, I have been wont to claim the experience for myself. I am not a Soldier, Sailor, Marine, or war veteran, so I thought, how dare I claim the experience? Dysfunctional family, sure, I have been through that. And I must also acknowledge the sensitivity children have before the hard knocks of life deaden them emotionally – if they allow it. Children are sensitive, but they are also resilient. They get through, but maybe not without picking up some dysfunction of their own.

Waking Up

This morning I was reflecting on how the Mythos of any religion relies on symbols taken from Nature in order to guide and deepen human understanding. From the Christian religion, for example, Jesus often talks about the need to “wake up.” His examples parallel the waking and sleeping cycles of day and night, but His meaning is far deeper. His meaning is the same as the Buddha’s when the Buddha talks about the process of Enlightenment. Jesus and the Buddha are talking about a process that every human being will go through from birth to death, and from death into rebirth.

Self Care

I got up early today on my day off to work out before the home fills up with the smell of cigarettes and the noise of smoker’s cough that wake up with my husband. It feels good to lift weights in the cool of the morning, when I can hear the calling of birds starting their day and going about feeding their families. This is my quiet time. This is what I can control in my life: the self care that helps me against aging, diabetes, high blood pressure, and stiffening joints. This is my “feel good” practice – finding simplicity in the moments I am with myself, feeling good being simple, feeling good being me.

Creating the Foundations of a Spiritual Lifestyle

I had long wanted more “Connection to the Holy” out of my life, yet it took me a while to figure out that it was not religion I wanted, nor a philosophy, but to establish lifestyle foundations -a daily practice- that would contribute to my meaningful, purposeful existence.

I Hail the Lame God

Originally posted on Gangleri's Grove:
He of the crooked and twisted foot, Master of smithcraft, sorcery, and beauty, He born of the heavens and tethered to the earth, Mighty One and wise. I hail Him. That would be Hephaestus and while I don’t have any particular devotional practice to Him, I will honor Him…

The Black and the White

How do we talk to each other? I listened to someone narrating a story of how he told off a company that just wouldn’t listen. The language Paul used in his narration spoke to me of deep seated anger. I understand anger. I have lived much of my life in a state of anger until I resolved the issues causing my anger – and so much of that was related to the stories I told myself about my relationship to the world.

Odin, Hoenir, and Lodhur

For a while now I have been striving to stay open to receiving guidance for my life from the divine. Intuition deepens. It is like listening, only with all the senses. It is like when we understand a thing, we say, “I see!” It is about the quiet knowings that clairvoyance makes possible. Language is not always adequate for expressing the fine nuances of feeling. Language does not always hold words for concepts that make their way toward consciousness from the deep inner wells of being. And I think this is why “religions” started with Mythology, because a myth or a story can be felt with the heart in its truth, even when the intellect with its belief in logic, gets confused into taking such stories literally.

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