Thursday, June 24, 2010
Mick speaks for me
I had a friend once upon a time whose name was Chris Bliss. It's neither here nor there, but really, what a name. Yes? I say yes.
Her pretty face came to mind this morning because I've been thinking about bliss, that indescribable feeling of perfect satisfaction, happiness, joy. How ironic, or maybe it's just another example of the paradoxical nature of "reality" that here in the middle of this dramatic time in my life, rife with sturm und drang, I am choosing tarot cards and runes (part of my daily practice) that are often associated with bliss. The ace of cups, for instance, has showed up several times this week. It is a card that conveys a pure and open heart, and the emotional willingness that accompanies that condition. Do you know what I mean by "emotional willingness?" I never understood until recently. I'm starting to get it. It's a big deal.
The rune I've pulled more than once during the last two or three days is wunjo. It looks like an angular P and is associated with joy, perfection, glory and bliss.
The practice I'm engaged in right now, holding love very gently in my heart without grasping or pushing it away, might be creating a space into which bliss can flow. Maybe THAT's why I'm working so hard. You think? Or maybe I've just totally lost my mind. Or something else, who knows?
When I ask my spirit guides what it means to choose such lovely oracles in the midst of hellish heat and humidity, while trying to manage unbelievably intense emotions, they pat me on the head and suggest that I keep working on the purging and packing of my stuff in preparation for my move. They keep telling me not to worry. Instead of all this consternation, they tell me, why not make a fresh fruit crisp? Indeed. Why not?? All the consternation in the world will not help me understand this moment. I have such great spirit guides.
I love to cook, and I have to say, I've been masterful in the kitchen of late. The cooking and my excitement about the upcoming move are so refreshing, like oases in the desert of my recent emotional exertions, like the dot of yang in the center of yin, the dot of yin at the center of yang. There's some kind of profound truth here, isn't there? Yep.
This is not a high quality video but oh my, they were so cute then. Even Keith Richards was such a puppy. Very sweet.