For some reason I still have trouble with Sundays. As a kid it was simply a panic situation once the sun started to set: is all my homework done? I can’t read THAT many chapters in THIS much time! Where are all of my clothes and why don’t I have any clean socks?!
Years later, as a mother, those same types of statements were still true, except that the words didn’t come out of MY mouth any more. Sundays have never been good for me. In the past. I’m trying to fix that situation, here in the present, as Dan and I figure out how to live in this empty nest-that-still-revolves-around-kids.
THIS afternoon and evening, a Sunday, was quite tumultuous. Again (much like yesterday, unfortunately), my outcome was NOT in the expected direction that I thought it would go. On the plus side, we got to hang out with my mom and dad.
(Does that bigger bear on the far right appear to have a new sweater to you? Yep, I thought so, too.)
There were sporting events (baseball!) to discuss, and the deputy’s 15 hour work-day last night. As well as some family-catching-up, and metaphysical conversations my mother and I needed to have.
We arrived from another direction (see above notation of how shit went sideways again), which reminded me that I had promised Sarah some additional views from (what we call) The Hill. You can see part of the neighbor’s place out that window. (Don’t forget, they own nothing, are merely limited-income renters, all of that property is NOT theirs.)
When we got home we tossed out a batch of tortillas, even though right before we left my father did put in a special request for the double chocolate cookies I accidentally made really well that one time.
Neither of us could eat them, we had to argue and discuss, for WAY too long. Being married to a crazy person is challenging. He tries VERY hard. On my end, BEING a crazy person is ALSO challenging. So, I too, am trying VERY hard. It’s a process, people. A long, painful, constantly changing, and continually difficult process.
Right now, to get me past my Sunday Night struggles, we’re going to just see what our daily draw says. Let’s just hope that everyone has a marvelous Moonday.
“Bee ~ Beach (pronounced as: Be-ach) ~
Community, Celebration, Organization
The card shows a queen bee resting on a stone. In the background we see the House of Mead Circling at Tara as it may have looked at the height of its powers. In the sky the noonday sun shines brightly and we see Ur, heather, growing by the rock which is carved with the Ur Ogham.
Beach invites us to celebrate. You may have special reason for celebration, or you may simply need to celebrate the wonder and mystery of being alive. You may like to enjoy a glass or two of mead, which – if it has been made in Scotland – will carry the scent of heather, and will bring you closer to the spirit of the Highlands.
In the Druid tradition there are occasions to celebrate every six weeks or so. As human beings we need to have times when we can come together to enjoy each others’ company. The bee tells us that we can live together in harmony, however impossible this may sometimes seem.
By being at one with the natural world, by paying homage to the sun, by centering our lives around Spirit or the Goddess, we can work together in community.”
The Druid Animal Oracle – Working With The Sacred Animals Of The Druid Tradition by Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm illustrated by Bill Worthington