My fingers (though suspended and frozen over the keyboard for several minutes) have finally begun to move. Hopefully my brain will catch some kind of a rhythm. If I can quiet my monkey mind long enough to jumpstart the wild mind, perhaps I'll be "off and blogging". I keep reminding myself this is an experiment, it's personal, I don't have to share with anyone yet. Just try it...you might like it!
After a cross country move I have been unpacking boxes of personal items and found several journals I kept at various tormented times throughout my life. Most of them were hilarious to read....so full of angst and suffering that I was immediately inspired to throw them in the trash can. Journals of this pathetic nature should never be recycled and it should never be left to chance that after your death someone would open them up and read that drivel. I'm relieved that the trash will be collected on Friday and that today is Wednesday. OK, some of it was emotionally powerful and pretty revealing. But, overall I was left with a giddy feeling of coming full circle and truly knowing myself. Turing sixty does something mystical to your inner psyche. There almost seems to be an inner toggle switch that gets thrown and suddenly you have a perspective on your life that can't happen in your 40's or 50's. You keep trying to throw that switch but it won't budge. I believe it's a rite of passage attached to turning 60...a gift, a portal you pass through. You are quite suddenly on the other side, looking back, smiling and wondering what all that suffering was about. It's not my intent to minimize the natural process of going through life crises. I just finally understand what people are talking about when they say they wish they had the life wisdom they have in their sixties and could couple that with the physical capacity they had in their thirties and forties.
There were some really lovely things that surfaced in the unpacking that made me incredibly grateful that I now have time to read through cards and notes I've collected over the years. I wish I'd saved more of them. But here is one that I found today that is worth posting and sharing. It is from one of my women friends and speaks to all my women friends, who I miss and draw incredible support from at all times in my life.
For the Love of the World - by Charlotte Tall Mountain
For the love of a tree, she went out on a limb
For the love of the sea, she rocked the boat
For the love of the earth, she dug deeper
For the love of community, she mended fences
For the love of the stars, she let her light shine
For the love of spirit, she nurtured her soul
For the love of a good time, she sowed happy seeds
For the love of the Goddess, she drew down the moon
For the love of nature, she made compost
For the love of a good meal, she gave thanks
For the love of family, she reconciled differences
For the love of creativity, she entertained new possibilities
For the love of her enemies, she suspended judgment
For the love of herself, she acknowledged her worth
And the world was richer for her
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Posted by: tamarika | 08/23/2009 at 03:57 AM