Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I've been kind of sentimental lately, listening to music that brings back my formative years, missing Jake, getting teary over cute animal videos on Facebook and such. For awhile I thought it must be some bizarre hormonal spike - bizarre because, after menopause, almost all the emotional drama of the reproductive years evaporates into thin air. Poof.
But then I remembered, oh yeah, this is the holiday season. In order to dance in shamanic alignment with this time, one must get a little misty eyed here and there, one must think of the good old days, whatever that means. I am definitely not one to wax rhapsodic about how things used to be better than they are now. Some things are better now, some things were better then - same as it ever was. And as far as my personal history is concerned, right now is the best time of my entire life. Never - not ever - do I wish I were young again.
The human capacity to be sentimental is a function of the way we decide to store memory. It's wonderful to remember all the best things, though - a bit out of character for me. However since I plunged in face first when Thanksgiving came around, I'm in the energetic current of the holidays. To dance in shamanic alignment requires some sentimental moments.
So be it! Shalom and Cheers!
Close-up of my ancestor altar. In the pic is my sister Karen, the oldest (may she fly high), and my beloved sister Deborah, looking adorable. I am the baby.