Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Taos - 8/7/18

Really strange dream this morning - Decided to write a Letter to the Editor Taos News and struggled with how to start.  Finally my beginning sentence was about how, as women, we were Mothers of the Moon!  The body of the letter was the call to unite women to scold their sons, fathers, brothers, husbands to stop their bad governmental behavior and start behaving like decent human beings!   Well, apparently someone posted it on social media and it went viral and  and Mothers of the Moon became a social movement.  A clarion call for women to unite and bring about world peace! Very interesting... then the man building a garage across the street started up his buzz saw......

Truth is I have struggled with how much I want to reveal in this blog.  What I know is that whenever one of my "war" stories is shared, it bubbles up from the distant past.  Usually it is just part of the conversation and there is a need for it to be shared....for my own sake or for that of someone else.  And there is my answer - this is a conversation.  Mainly I want to center the theme on "meetings" -some of the people or places we encounter that change our lives in a profound way....my firm belief that there are no accidents!  Even my meetings which did not end well resulted in some much needed life changes...I call them "life arrows".   

MEETINGS - "For there to be a meeting, it seems as though a third, a something else, is always present.  You may call it Love, or the Holy Spirit.  Jungians would say that it is the presence of the Self.  If this 'Other' is present, there cannot have failed to be a meeting....I have never forgotten the smile of a bus conductor as I alighted from a bus at the age of twenty.  It was a smile shared.  We never saw one another agai, nor needed to, but for a few seconds we really met"  Irene Claremont de Castellejo, Knowing Woman

 

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