Songs of Us

             Just a brief update, on my personal self elf.  One day last week, when I was heading out to the mall, and had to rush some mascara in the direction of my face, I jabbed the wand INTO my eye.   Yeah.  Ouch.

             But like, within an hour, it was all better.  Emmy and I talked later about how great it is that our vision areas heal so freaking fast.  Wanna know what DOESN’T put itself back together at mach speed?  Mouth parts.

             Last night, when The Deputy came home for lunch, I made us a nice (huge!) meal salad.  While eating mine, I somehow chomped down on the inside of my lip.  Holy fuck that hurts.  And hurts.  And then swells up and hurts lots more.  Sure, the poke in my eye was terrible.  But at least it stopped hurting at some point.

             So, if I’m typing with a lisp it’s because my mouth is being mean and not all better.

            I slept late today, which was really nice.  There were biking errands to run but it all worked out, with time to spare.  The dreams that kept me in our water bed so long were enchanting, and filled with the music I’ve been awash in lately.  So healing.

             Not all of the images I was shown relate directly to what is being shared here.   It’s like that sometimes.  Some personal messages, and some public.

Time’s hands.

             I was tempted to write, ….. and other parts, but refrained.  Sort of.  Because it’s not so much about hands (or even arms), as it is about the entirety of Time.  And how we truly have no control over it.

             Things happen when they need to happen.  Not before and not after.  The Hands of Time slow for no one, nor do they speed up.  Once we realize that, and let go of the expectations that we can change anything about Time, we have healed ourselves of that egoic untruth.

             Also, when we start a new year, a new project, any new topic or direction on our path, it’s good to remember that it’ll take exactly as long as it needs to.  Which is kind of reassuring.

             Back within our regular rotation around the card altar, this messenger must have been listening right here with me, because not only am *I* singing along with this new music, but so are the animal guides.

healing, animal messages, oracle cards, frog, cleansing

“Frog  ~  38  ~  Cleansing

Frog sings the songs that bring the rain and make the road dirt more bearable.  Frog medicine is akin to water energy, and the East on the medicine wheel.  Frog teaches us to honor our tears, for they cleanse the soul.  All water rites belong to Frog, including all initiations by water.

Water prepares and cleanses the body for sacred ceremony   It is the element we understand best in the womb.  Frog, like ourselves, is a polywog in the fetal waters, and only learns to hop after it experiences the whole of fluidity.

If Frog hopped into your cards today, its ‘ribet’ may be calling in the cleansing you need . . .  the key thought is to find a way to rid  yourself of distractions and to replace the mud with clear energy.  Then replenish your parched spirit, body, and mind…..”

             I truly love that first part about making the road dirt more bearable.  I can just see our bare toes, at first puffing up the dust as we walk, then ** plunk ** plunk  ** plunk ** here comes the rain!

Today’s Deck:

Medicine Cards – The Discovery Of Power Through The Ways Of Animals by Jamie Sams and David Carson illustrated by Angela C Werneke

Today’s House Porn:

is this a link.  Go see it HERE.  And then let’s figure out how to live in it.

3 thoughts on “Songs of Us

  1. I hate having boo-boo’s in my mouth. Even smiling hurts! {{{HUGS}}} that it heals soon!

    Love frog! Adore water! ‘Cept in swimming pools and bathtubs…

    Live in a small house?! ROFL! I want my 13 room old farmhouse back!

    ~
    The water I love is waterfalls,
    oceans,
    and swimming pools.
    J

    10:28 p.m.
    1-5-14

  2. I love frog. Always have. I even played a frog in the class play in 3rd grade, a part I desperately wanted. And I love water as cleansing in all sorts of ways. Which reminds me: I have some items that need to be cleansed in salt water (it’s just not feasible to leave anything in the moonlight here). And if I could manage to take a bath sometimes, I would, but not here in this bathroom. I’m going to try the bag o’ herbs in the shower trick and see if it works for me.

    When I am running late to some appointment, when I manage I calm myself remind myself that “it will take as long as it takes and fretting won’t get me there faster, it will simply leave me a sweaty, frantic mess — not conducive to the start of a good interview or time with loved ones.

    ~
    Repeating:

    lovingkindness, lovingkindness, lovingkindness

    over and over helps too, because you have to slow everything down just to say it correctly.
    J

    10:29 p.m.
    1-5-14

  3. Just looked at the link. Brilliant! I’d love to live there. I’d have to cull my stuff down a bit more, and probably create a separate office/studio, but otherwise it would be doable for me. It has a lovely feel from the photos.

    ~
    It’s on an estate in England, with other adorable wee domiciles, all available for renting.
    J

    10:30 p.m.
    1-5-14

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