Little Lines

“Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.” 

Angela Carter

I found this quote this afternoon and it explained something to me.

As I’ve continued my morning readings, there are a couple of books I’m re-reading. Some of these books it’s the third or fourth time I’ve read them. I must confess–some mornings it’s still like I’ve never read them–ever.

Why?

Angela Carter and Sara Ban Breathnach helped me understand.

“Today I want you to become aware that you already possess all he inner wisdom, strength, and creativity needed to make your dreams come true. This is hard for most of us to realize because the source of this unlimited personal power if buried so deeply beneath the bills, the car pool, the deadlines, the business trip, and the dirty laundry that we have difficulty accessing it in our daily lives. ”  ~Sara Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance

Today I do have the time and I’ve acquired more life experiences which help add depth and understanding to my reading.

Some of my favorite readings come from: 365 Tao Daily Meditations, by Deng Ming-Dao.

This little book has been a wonderful addition to my library. Dang Ming-Dao puts Taoism into words I can understand and apply to my daily life.

Something unexpected and quite magical has happened with this book.

Yesterday I began to notice faint lines under all the sentences. If the light fell across the page just right, I could see how someone used a pencil as a way to focus on every word.

This has become a very tangible message to me–I am not alone.

Someone else–another seeker–has been on this path.

Such simple things–these delicate wavering lines that encourage, comfort, and soothe my soul.

“In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.” 

Mortimer J. Adler

I am…

B…simply being.

~Peace~

Seekers

…what I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we all have. And I’m especially proud and inspired by all the women who have felt strong enough and empowered enough to speak up and share their personal stories. Each of us in this room are celebrated because of the stories that we tell, and this year we became the story.  

Oprah Winfrey

Listening to Oprah Winfrey’s acceptance speech at last night’s Gold Globes was inspiring, her words encouraging me to continue on this journey of telling my own stories.

I’m still unsure where this path will take me.  I’m wary of what I may uncover and wonder if some questions are best not answered.

My search criteria are simple and have defined my needs.

In order to find my own inner peace, I must and will continue to read and write, staying aware, getting feedback from my head, my heart, and most of all, my gut. This is my investigation of my life–I am my only true witness.

I’m not alone in this search. There are other cautious, weary travelers walking toward the unknown. We don’t speak. There’s no need for words. We’ve been together on this path before, few able to conjure up the courage needed to turn that last corner.

This time, it feels different. This time, we’re joining hands, risking a quick glance and faint smile, knowing, together, we can and will succeed.

“Maybe you leave because you long to know.
Maybe you leave
not because of longing
but because you must.
Or maybe you leave
simply to find the answers
you’ve held inside of you
all along.”
― Marisa Donnelly, Somewhere on a Highway

I am…

B…simply being…

Love and peace, my friends.

 

 

 

 

Seeking

Growing up, I lived on a street that had churches on three of the four corners. There was the Methodist Church, the Ripley Congregational Church, and the Presbyterian Church. Our house we pretty much dead center between all three.

My Mom was a pretty strict Catholic. I’m not sure why, but going to other church services was never encouraged. I remember wondering if “the Church” was afraid if we went to another church we would want to stop being a Catholic? I mean, did we have a choice?

In my little section of the world(quite literally), I had a unique way to learn about other Christian religions. The ministers of two of the three churches had kids who were my age. Over the years, I  had the opportunity to meet three different families. The added bonus–all of them had girls. Spread across my early childhood years were my friends Angie, Ellen, and Joyce.

My lessons were learned from a real-life, everyday perspective. I saw each family interact with each other in real-time. A heads-up for all you adults out there. Adults don’t always see kids nor do they realize how observant kids are. Nor do adults appreciate how well kids hear, not only the words said, but the tone of voice used to express them.  These things create a problem. That problem lies in the fact that what kids lack in understanding they make up for in their ability to absorb emotions. In my own life and in sharing the family lives of my friends, preacher’s kid or not, I learned that God is an equal opportunity distributor of crap.

Where does all this lead me? It made me a seeker. It made me want to learn about other belief systems and learn what their teachers have to teach me. Not just religious beliefs but what does each teacher say about our souls–our spirituality.

I have been blessed with wonderful mentors and great teachers over the years. One of my favorite teachers struggled to teach me about his Jewish faith. At the time, I was just not ready. Now I am.

This week marks the beginning of Rosh Hashana. There is a lot to learn about this high holiday. I’ll share some of what I’ve found tomorrow.

I am…

B…simply being…

Love and Peace, Y’all.