Sunday Scribbling #123 - ASK

I used to ASK why all the time.  Why is the sky blue?  Why are the clouds white? Why this and not that?  Why do I have to do that?  (My husband says it's because I am so curious.  Granted my middle name starts with a "Y".  Tee hee!!!)  And then over the years when things happened that I could not comprehend, my question became:  Why me?  OR Why is this happening to me?   

Now, having studied this BE-have-ior, I see that this pattern was imprinted.   This is my Mom's favorite question, my Grandpa's and who knows how many generations back it goes.

What I have found to be true, is asking the WHY question keeps me stuck.  It keeps me in denial of what is occurring looking for an explanation instead of accepting what is and finding a way to move forward or INward.

I heave learned to reframe and ask another question which helps me cope and understand better - WHAT - What is there here for me to learn?  What is the gift of this moment?  What can I do next?  What do I know to be true?  So many powerful and EMpowering questions.

The What question lets me investigate and explore.  It allows the moment to reveal the truth - perhaps not like I expected it but rather in all its fullness and beauty.  And how it fits into the big picture of life.  Or as I once read, reMINDing myself that I am in Chapter TWO of my life and that the whole story may not be revealed until Chapter SEVEN.

And just like a favorite book, the What question keeps me anticipating with joy all the wonderful things I will discover on my journey.

Out of this World

Looking at the clouds on Friday afternoon, being completely still and just BEing, so many missing pieces of the puzzle came together.

Watching with wide open eyes as the clouds come together and separate - in random formation and yet not, it comes to me that we are not the only sentient beings on our Planet.  

These amazing lush clouds, enchanting me with their patterns - reminding me of deep stored secrets within my soul.   And as I sink in to the earth and become one with the sand, more is revealed to me by these ethereal floating masses that come together and move apart so gracefully, as if they are dancing for my bemusement.

And then I hear the whispers, the stories the clouds are ready to share - Can you see me?  one asks.  Can you feel what I am trying to convey?  And I watch in wonder and awe - feeling my heart swell open as I connect with life beyond this level - spirits who come together to protect us and watch us and provide shelter.

It is the same with the stars, you know.  To hear their stories, I must be still and quiet and be with them in their time - when the world turns off and peace prevails.

One of the blessings of my new love, Ginger, is that I am up and out the door at 4:44 a.m.   We commune with the stars, Ginger and I, while taking in the smells and the sights and the stillness.  This morning, we talked to Mother Moon, the little sliver of her we could see, as she gets ready to blanket herself in darkness and bring the New Moon period to us.

Life is good!!!  All is well in my world.