Wednesday, June 16, 2010

wings of the air

This is the story of all life that is holy and is good to tell, and of us two-leggeds sharing in it with the four-leggeds and the wings of the air and all green things; for these are children of one mother and their father is one Spirit.      Black Elk

My daughter and I had a conversation this morning, over the phone.  This in and of itself is not unusual, but our topic was, a little.  "Life is too short to waste on grumpiness, or lies, or pretending something is different than it is... because all of that takes up too much energy, which can be used being happy, positive, even productive (in a positive, happy way), certainly in a loving way."

There are things and events too precious to miss.

Off and on my daughters have reprimanded me for being "too positive," which, coming from a teen-aged daughter is nothing short of hilarious.  Good heavens!  I used to think, maybe even said, "Try being "positive" with you!" which was not a very positive thing to say, really.  As young adults they still often were unhappy with me for this ridiculous stance on Life.  Now they are all 30 and above, and seem to be mellowing around this topic (of course, they now have their own households...).

Mellow may not be the right word.

Life can be harsh.  People become ill, beloveds die, marriages dissolve, sadness fills up the cup.  We seem to be reaching conclusions independent of one another, yet linked by our connections.  My daughters and I have lived through some difficult times, which is not unusual.   Perhaps it is the 'way of things' to be difficult.  Perhaps.

With visible breath I am walking.
A voice I am sending as I walk.
In a sacred manner I am walking.
With visible tracks I am walking.
In a sacred manner I walk.

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?  So many others have lived and shall live that story, to be grass upon hills. Black Elk

When one flounders, the others are here to hold up the world.

My paintings continue to unfold.  The garden is growing.  Life sings and moves around me with enthusiasm and love.  Creative energy spills into consciousness, into vocabulary, into color.

While there may be much floundering going on in our world, with our planet, let us pick up words of significance which move us into a higher vibration of existence.  Let us have continual conversations with our loved ones, of our true feelings, of our connection, of our shared Parents.  Let us be in continual conversation with Spirit.  Let us listen to the guidance available to us in every moment, every breath.

Let us say this blessing every day as every thought and action we think say and do has an ripple felt throughout all of reality:

With visible breath I am walking.
A voice I am sending as I walk.
In a sacred manner I am walking.
With visible tracks I am walking.
In a sacred manner I walk.



N2 said...

Can't wait to see the whole painting with the words inserted! And how are those magnolias coming? Fabulous words you brought us today, LC. Kisses...N2

AkasaWolfSong said...

Beautiful .... and after my own heart!

Blessings of Joy and Abundance to You!


Ruth said...

I'm convinced you, and Black Elk, are right. We move the air as we move, and it might as well be positive energy that moves in.

Thank you for doing your part in this world. It's so nice to know you're here.

Elizabeth said...

What a perfect mantra. Thank you for posting.

Bimbimbie said...

Wise words from you and Black Elk both
looking forward to seeing more of your paintings.

Smiles to you from me*!*

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