When I woke up to the feeling of adversarial energy today, I chose Trust over fear.
Scanning my body has become as natural and instinctive a practice for me as grounding and centering. All of these are important as they contribute to the WHOLESOMENESS of unifying the three aspects of our being. Let me explain for those who might not yet know.
I was thinking about the impulses that motivated me to give up Christianity. It felt like a huge act of rebellion given how church-going my family was. Mom was a Sunday school teacher who loved Jesus and only gave up teaching when her last illness made her body too weak to continue.
It’s been a while since I’ve written. It’s been a full summer, with many hours of my day going to the self-care of exercise in order to keep losing weight. I’m down thirty-some pounds since a year ago at this time, when the blood sugar and the diabetes were getting a bit out of control. There is nothing like the fear of breaking down a strong body, which I’ve always taken for granted, and perhaps blindness, to jump on the self-care bandwagon.
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.
The Mjolner pendent that I ordered from Svarogs Hammer Shop on etsy.com that hand forges them came, and it is beautiful! I was so impressed that I ordered a second one for my Marine who is currently serving our country.
My relationship to a thing depends upon how much energy I am willing to invest in observing it, getting to know it, communicate with it. The term relationship is thus broadened again by a willingness to invest energy and time and the connection of communication and still further by the purpose of the relationship.
I just read an article online that states the Sami religion as having three parts as an animist, a polytheist, and a shamanist. Yes. This is finding wording for the things I tell people being a “shamanist” is all about, al
though I really hate that word “religion,” as it gets such a bad rap from all the wrong-headedness that goes on within it.
This morning I woke up dreaming about the old people who have passed from my life. The dreams were all happy ones, scenes from childhood birthdays and Christmases and Thanksgivings gone by that live on in memory. I remember my Grandpa, Dad’s dad, who taught me to love horses. He used to drive the mail in a sled behind a horse during the winter.
I’ve had to return to my day job of driving a school bus. Managing the passenger seating for Covid really brings it home that life as I knew it is forever gone.