At the age of one month a baby can see shadows. At four months old they begin to see colors. My question is, what does it mean to see? We can approach it from a literal standpoint or go a little deeper. The Merriam Webster dictionary has numerous meanings for “see.” If you really go deep, I would ask you what does it mean “to see” to you?
Any time the musical notes are transcribed onto a sheet there is great potential for Spirituality. Not all music is spiritual, quite often it depends upon the listener. I, personally, enjoy various genres of music. I could feel deep spiritual connection and light in a Metallica or Enya song. Often times a song will put you in an altered state. Make sure you know where it will take you.
From a young age, I always loved leaves, especially from maple trees. They are beautiful in most seasons and I was reminded as the leaves began to turn color. The colors are so divine. Color in and of itself, is divine. You can see shadows of yellow, orange, red, brown and gold.
Cats are the most spiritual beings I have ever known. I’ve learned a lot from all of the cats I’ve harbored including my current reincarnate Baby. He comes in the form of a Tabby. What is more spiritual? Cats sleep when they want. They play when they want. Hunt when they want. They know how Spirit works, those lovely creatures.
She knew she had to keep it moving and there was always something brewing. She embraced it. Many people and animals were afraid of her, rightfully so. She did not want to harm anyone, it was something beyond her control like an untamed mind. She had been known to devastate towns, break up homes and catastrophize families yet she knew it was part of the cycle of life. After she left the area she saw it receive the sun’s warm embrace. While she was sleeping or in contemplation humans animals and spirits could rest.
Moonray, was a crystalline bright soul. Her black eyes shone loudly. Surrounded by evergreen leaves and protective towering trees who watered over her like caring parents. She had been searching for her true power which would bring her love, health, abundance and love. As her cocoa feet hit the damp grass, enjoying the charge she felt, her mind was on fairies and the talisman. You could feel the mist in your nostrils from the dampness. Nearby, curious does peaked over flowers- violet, purple, pink, blue and yellow, to see what Moonray was up to. Her deep and knowing quest for the talisman had permeated her thoughts for a long time. Her Nanna had told her stories of where the Blue Talisman resided. She use to sit on her knees as she was mesmerized by the promise of a new and improved life.
First of all, I have a wide array of beliefs on what spirituality is. Spirituality is omnipresent. It is everywhere. t is beautiful. It is joy. It is finding peace. It is allowing healing into your body. Spirituality is a special vibration and it is everywhere. Spirituality can also be found in places we would not think about. It may come in tragedy; 911 comes to mind. It may come in sadness, death or loss. It is always there you must find it.
Coffee is my best friend. I love coffee. In fact I love her so much that I have worked in several coffee shops. I worked at Gloria Jean’s at Southgate mall (now closed.) That was my first time working at a coffee shop that is. Then I worked at Starbucks. This was when Starbucks was just coming out. I was straight hustling. I had just moved to Jersey City. (uh yah) I worked at the Starbucks at Hoboken. That’s kind of crazy since my Dad told me a lot of mob stories related to Hoboken. Then I worked at Starbucks in West Allis when I moved back to Wisconsin, sigh. It was the first drive in which I worked because I was fast. So, that’s my love affair of coffee gone astray at minimum wage most of the time. Coffee has been my best friend for a long time. She was never late, never stabbed me in the back or talked about me. On the contrary she was on time, often woke me up and smelled phenomenal. She sparked my “endorphins” to keep me happy.
I believe the words “I Am” are the most powerful words on earth. How we use them is based on our choices. Choice of thought and our subconscious mind, which is the steering wheel in a sense. I have seen and felt their power in full magnitude at different times in my life. I truly didn’t know their power until I had been on earth for a little more than three decades. I have realized later on this timeline our programming happens before the age of six years old from our parents, grandparents, siblings, teachers, cousins and television shows. In that precious time in our life “I Am” can be deflated like a balloon.
Memories can be many things. I found in conversing with elders, memories were a delight at times. Sometimes it would make them sad yet many of them took pleasure in sharing fun memories with me. I will list just a few that I can think of and I definitely have my own memories that bring me joy. Roy used to reminisce on his days as a copy machine salesman and how good he was at it. He loved what he did, had great relationships with his clients and felt tremendous pride in providing for his family. He also spoke of the times he was physically fit and strong and did all kinds of work around the house. He was a fix it kind of guy. That was something he never lost. Even though his body no longer allowed him to do what he used to he really enjoyed stories of the past. Then there was Joe. He had great fun in sharing his time as an Army Ranger diving into the ocean, the folks he worked with and his job he had at a factory. He told me some touching stories of how he and his family had arrived from one of those eastern block countries and as a young married man he allowed his sister, husband and brand new baby to live with them to help them out. That was a beautiful thing. He smiled when he told me his sister’s baby slept in a dresser drawer for a while. Love held them together.
Who doesn’t love a good sleep? I do. It’s a time where our bodies repair themselves. In the case of Elders there is a sameness ye they tend to deal with sleep in a different way and they really do value sleep. It may be a tricky business though since you have to be aware of any melancholy, depression or sadness.
I don’t know where to begin so I’ll start from my young years. I learned to read around the age of four or five. I write about my own personal feelings because it is far easier. My well of memories is full. My mother used to read stories to me and my brother and that was fine. We enjoyed it.
Inspired to make good Basmati Rice? Well here ya go … .
1 Cup – Basmati Rice .
1 and 3/4 Cups – Water .
Rinse the rice. Put the rice in a bowl and pour cold water into it. Take your fingers and swish the water around. You will see a cloudy white substance. This is the starch. You do not want this in your rice. I rinse my rice a total of three times, making sure not to lose rice in the sink.
One of the ladies I worked with as a Caregiver, I’ll call her Ida, loved to feed the ducks. We would visit one of the local parks, park the car and arm in arm we would walk closer to the pond. At the pond were many adult ducks looking for bread and treats. We would throw out little crumbs for the hardy little birds. (I later learned bread is harmful to birds yet at the time I didn’t know this. So don’t do this.)
I love clocks. I take after my mother that way. She was absolutely obsessed with clocks. She was very mechanical and could take apart a wind up clock and put it back together. It was cool. She had more mechanical ability than my Dad. Who said women can’t fix things? Hickory, Dickory, Dock. The mouse went up the clock. There are so many stories revolving around clocks in fact we have revered clocks for centuries. They have been at the center of movie plots and built anticipation on many occasions. As a young person my home was full of clocks. I still love them.
I am a huge fan of Lake Michigan. There are several places I love to visit here in Milwaukee and now Sheboygan. I always meet a wide array of people at the local parks who are there to see Lake Michigan. I’ve seen many white haired lovelies and gentlemen at my beloved Lake Michigan, How I love her. I’ve seen couples who’ve been married for thirty, forty and fifty years hand in hand walking along the path near the lake. Elders loving each other and Lake Michigan.
I once met a young-old Elder on the park bench. He was a successful business man and had moved him and his family to a beautiful area in mid-Wisconsin. He and his wife had come to Milwaukee to visit their daughter, successful as well. He and I had a little chat while we enjoyed the nurturing Spirit of Lake Michigan.
When I first think of natural I think of “nature from the earth, in the flow.” I think of the natural order of things. How things happen in the country. How the birds fly, the trees grow, and the animals hunt for food. If mankind would stop interfering with it the ecosystem would balance itself out. People should not interfere with God’s creation, in my opinion.
Having known what it is like to not have good health, I know what a great gift it is. It is the greatest gift. It may be somewhat cliché to say, yet health means so much. A person can be rolling in money without having good health. It doesn’t mean much. I’ve had challenges for a long time now, whatever that is. Yet being a kid was fairly carefree, yay!