Stepping into the barn to feed my calves and this is what I found!
Early each morning, about 4:50 a.m., actually, the birds start their morning song. For me, this is a song of faith for today. We have enough strength to deal with today and today only, that is why (in my mind) the bird sings each morning, to remind me that a new day is at hand. I get to take advantage of this day, the only day that I have left. I defend my territory, claim it as mine, I do my best to attract others by being only who I am, not what someone else wants. It’s called self love.
I’ve done a lot of reading and thinking about self love. This needs to be promoted. Releasing the burdens of our life on a daily basis, until the recording stops inside, and we have forgiven ourselves for experiences that perhaps were not the wisest, but with our primitive tools was all we had to use at that time. Like magic, a new tool has appeared. Why didn’t I have that tool before? Because you didn’t. You did the best you could. It’s okay.
Soul acceptance is important. My soul knows exactly what it is doing, I need to acknowledge that and love me. And continue to seek the best. On a daily basis. Reflecting yesterday, I wrote these words: “Smile when I think of me. I smile when I think of someone who gives me pleasure. I need to smile at the thought of me.”
Intellect, Ralph Waldo Emerson.
“Our intellections are mainly perspective…Each truth that a writer acquires is a lantern which he instantly turns full on what facts and thoughts lay already in his mind, and behold, all the mats and rubbish which had littered his garret become precious. Every trivial fact in his private biography becomes an illustration of this new principle, revisits the day, and delights all men by its piquancy and new charm. Men say, where did he get this? and think there was something divine in his life. But no; they have myriads of facts just as good, would they only get a lamp to ransack their attics withal…We are all wise. The difference between persons is not in wisdom but in art…”
I could go on, but I won’t. My encouragement this morning, though, is to light the lamp and start ransacking the attic of my mind, digging for that precious gold: our treasure of stories, wisdom that we have gleaned based on experience, or non-wisdom!
Please excuse me, I need to light my lantern now…
We are nostalgic, I think, not for old times, but for old dreams.
Our dreams can be many things, but I tend to think that MY dreams are my subconscious, attempting to work out conflicting issues, or perhaps remembering an instance, whether it be good or bad, and working through it. So I do not take them seriously as “signs.”
I enjoy my dreams, for the most part. Once in awhile I enjoy leaving them. Randomly I dream about haunted houses (spooky and I awaken frightened), seeing people that were dead and aren’t. They are usually doing something, not looking at me, but I am looking at them. Again, it’s my soul working it out. Once I had this strange dream about a grandfather I’d never met. I said, “I thought you were dead, that’s what everyone said.” He just said, “I know, but I’m not.” I found my grandmother and told her and said, “you said he was dead.” She said, “I know…he’s not.” (Makes you want to laugh, doesn’t it?)
I have read that we are the universe. This is true to an extent, no one can experience the same thing we experience, their perspective is different, they are standing next to you, so they see everything from an entirely different point of view, even at those few feet. So, we see things from our own perspective and make use (or dispose) of the experience in our life.
While this quote by Robert Brault is probably written with experiences in mind, I found it to be an answer to my random dreams.
“Can’t you give me brains?” asked the Scarecrow.
“You don’t need them. You are learning something every day. A baby has brains, but it doesn’t know much. Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience you are sure to get.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
A good thing to remember on a dreary day.