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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Time for Time With Mother & Daughter

From : Dan
Date: Jun 2005

"There is a japanese story (I've just been hosting Japanese friends...so such stories are in my thoughts) ... in which it is said that when you die you meet a demon with a mirror. (The word demon doesn't have the demonic meaning it has in english...they are scary and dangerous but not evil...anyway...) The demon holds up the mirror and when you see yourself you go to heaven or hell....whichever one you see.

This story came to mind because of the heaviness you describe. The spirit mirrors who you are at this point in time...and there's still a lot of heaviness that you've accumulated in your life. As you become clearer you will become more light-hearted, and the spirit will reflect that quality. In a way I think it mirrors to you not so much who or what you are, as it is what and/or how you can understand. It takes time and practice to gain the kind of understanding that sees through the dark and heaviness into the light that some people have hidden under their bad habits! I know its frustrating to hear "be patient, keep working" over and over....but really, that's it".

This is when I stopped attending the evangelist church. I stopped living the life of "fearing God". I began seeing "God" as a loving God. I stopped praying. I thought for sure I would go to hell. Yet, that beautiful word, "yet", I didn't. Not then anyway. Not because I quit praying. There are many different ways of experiencing "hell". It is a personal experience, happening only to yourself. When I walked through it, and I was able to talk about it and see it for what it was, well, what remains is a inner peace that just rocks my world! As I said to my daughter last night, yet again, "it'll be ok".























I had so much fun taking these pictures. Yes, it was time for "alone time" with my daughter! We spent the afternoon hiking at Edwin Warner Park. We took Harpeth Woods Trail. One of my favorite places.

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