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Archive for April, 2012

Silence

Little blade of grass,

what a Teacher you are,

reminding me to remember.

your roots quietly going down in

Silence.

How easily you grow, surrendering.

The warm brown earth is there for you

as the two of you embrace,

creating a beautiful world.

not just of your making,

but merging into the oneness of the grower

As I sit in Silence, webbed by pain,

I sink into the warm earth inside myself,

to the Oneness, the Lover, the Grower;

the Lover becoming One

in my surrender to Silence.

In Silence,

the smallest leaf becomes a thing of wonder

and a blade of grass

a sign of God’s perfection.

Thank you, little blade of grass,

for sitting with me

and helping me remember.

Out of the closet

I no longer feel compelled to buy

a car demonstrated by a gorgeous hunk climbing down into it and taking off with his white-tooth-smile and toned-up bod.

I no longer want to see how cosmetics “work” on young, unwrinkled skin.
How about a 50-, 60-, 80-year-old modeling this stuff just for you and me?

I no longer want to see ads for fragrances that show inexperienced couples embracing.

What about showing lovers “of a certain age” encircled by the warm perfume of their  not pretending?

I no longer want to thumb through a magazine promoting fashions that only go up to Size 14. What about Sizes 16 through 28  — things that “fit” our thighs and style?

I’ve become a Cheerleader for Positive Aging. I’m coming out of the closet on this one  — Watch out!

I’ve had many bodies: a newborn body, a 14-year-old body, a 21-year-old body, and the ones that have shown up since my 40’s.  Now I have this 70’s and 80’s Model  —  Surprise! Surprise! My past bodies  — well, I’ve just outgrown ‘em!  Having decided my present one is no longer going to stand at attention and salute, I’m off the hook and, as I said, out of the closet!

Now my question is: What will I do with this body I presently live in? Having moved through my past Body Beautiful Syndrome, I now choose to navigate both the inner and outer journey of my life’s second half with an easy attitude. While living with only superficial beauty, I never knew if I was being loved for me or my body. Now, there is no question!

It makes no sense that we as humans are born to blossom early and then spend the rest of our lives withering away.  Not so!  Forget that   — I just don’t buy it!

Here’s my new attitude:  Positive aging makes me gutsy and full of laughs.  I’m always ready to give and receive appreciations.  I even relish my solitude.

You could say it’s just plain  choosing to be happy  — lightening up, enjoying being a Crone. It’s being secure in the knowledge that I am a woman of wisdom with a child-like joy of being in the moment  — no matter what my body’s up to.  I see things differently now.   I enjoy “my 70’s and 80’s version” with blessed acceptance.

Cheers to the grandeur of Positive Aging!

Calico Cat

Calico Cat

Calico Cat (Photo credit: Danielle Bauer)

Calico —  You went away  just like you appeared, out of no where, you walked into my life.

Calico cat you are so gentle, warm not taking sides, no separation, you were just who you were and never apologetic, you knew what you wanted , you knew who needed that love touch, walking  through my front door of my home.  Thank you Calico cat. As I lay your lifeless sweet body to rest you will always be in my heart for love sits on top of darkness and death.  Your unconditional love was everywhere, my heart was ripe for your love to enter that day.  You brought  softness in the way I want to speak (soft with myself) and when confronted by others of different colors like a calico cat, to also be soft.  You displayed all of your colors well, black white with maize in gods’ diversity.  Loving, allowing yourself to be held in your last breathing moments cradled in my arms rocking ourselves in our rocking chair together, you were showing me to embrace life and death as we joined  together in our  sacred space, But death does not steal love. You are now cold and this mystery is: you still live warmly  in my heart, you walked in to me and walked out. I am grateful for that walk my way. Love moves without an agenda. It just moves because that is its nature- to move. What you left I get it, it is all about life’ teaching,  I get the big picture, your cats persistence taught me to receive love and healing no matter what form it comes in. Although your form is gone, placing you underneath my newly planted Bartlett  pear tree, Mother Earth welcomes you, with help in growing her pears for our enjoyment .You have returned to where you came , thanks for making my home one of your stopping off places.

Polka Dot Love

Living beyond the city limits I see unwanted dogs being dumped out weekly.  Some find their way to my home.  When a large, black and white spotted pup found his way to my door I took up with him right away.  His eyes were bright and gentle and his ears perked quickly at the sound of a kind voice.  Funny, I had just bought a black and white polka dot purse, so like my polka dot purse, I named him Polka Dot.  He loved and was loved.  My false, soap opera ego was disarmed by Love masquerading as a canine in a polka dot suit.

One day about 5 months later he came up on the porch sick, very sick.  I felt totally helpless and fearful because his breathing was so labored.  I gently spoke to him and stroked him with my loving hands.  He could not breathe and then suddenly he just seemed to surrender the struggle.   He rose, turned and slowly walked down the steps and headed for the corner of the house that leads to the backyard.  As he reached the corner he paused, turned around to look back at me and then walked on as if he knew where he was inevitably bound.   Around the corner, he laid his body down and died.  What pulled my heart strings was that I just knew he was saying bye to me with love and gratitude.  I can still see his sweet, gentle brown eyes as he turned back to look on his way out of this world.

Love sometime seems to be hidden; but where can it go?  Its fragrance lingers to soften our hearts.  Love remains.  That’s exactly what Polka Dot brought into my life – yes, love embodied in a 4-legged canine earthly body.  Thank you, sweet Polka Dot for your visit and for reminding me of what really counts in my life.