And I am totally confused.
I believe the Universe speaks to you in many ways through people, circumstances, etc and lately it keeps telling me that I am not doing something right. I keep getting messages to be myself and stick to what I know.
For example:
“Learn to limit yourself; to content yourself with some definite work; dare to be what you are and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not; and to believe in your own individuality.”
-Henri-Frederic Amiel (1821-1881); philosopher, poet, critic
And this from a Facebook App:
Are you willing to do that now? Or are you going to wait until all life energy drains out of you and your loved ones who are trying to support you at this very moment? You were not born to follow rules and regulations. Living starts with dreaming. So dream, dream friend, and let dreams show you the path to your bliss.
Only trouble is I am not sure what the Universe is telling me to do. I kinda thought I was being myself, though I am not sure I am doing what I want with my life. I just don't see how I can do the things I want to do with my life. They all mean spending money I don't have.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
SamHain aka All Saints Eve?
One of my friends posted a blurb about SamHain yesterday on Facebook and it appealed to me. To some extent, it is similar to All Saints Eve. I set the table for tea and I invited my Grandmother, Great Grandmother and beloved MissyToes to join me for afternoon tea.
It was much like my everyday conversations. I found myself babbling on, as I do when I am nervous or with someone I do not know well.
Truth is, we could probably learn a lot from our ancestors, if in fact we knew anything about them. I honestly know very little about mine.
My Great Grandmother lived until she was very old and I met her once. I have a photo of us on a swing in her yard and tea was had on her "newest" china purchased at Piggly Wiggly way back in the 50s or 60s. I love that china, though my aunt always refers to it as the grey china. It actually has pink roses on it.
My grandmother took her own life when she was a young nurse with 3 kids. I have a photo of her before she was married in her nurse uniform. My Great Aunt gave me a table they used for their radio aka TV of the day. Anyone who has been at my house has seen it, though you may not know the significance. All I know about her is she was a nurse and she loved her kids. I sometimes think we must have a lot in common.
MissyToes died New Years Eve 2010 of mammary tumors. If I were better off, she could have had them removed 2 years ago and lived several more.
It was an interesting exercise at the least and a rewarding experience at best. I love having tea with friends, though it rarely happens, and it always brings some insight to this thing we call LIFE?.
It was much like my everyday conversations. I found myself babbling on, as I do when I am nervous or with someone I do not know well.
Truth is, we could probably learn a lot from our ancestors, if in fact we knew anything about them. I honestly know very little about mine.
My Great Grandmother lived until she was very old and I met her once. I have a photo of us on a swing in her yard and tea was had on her "newest" china purchased at Piggly Wiggly way back in the 50s or 60s. I love that china, though my aunt always refers to it as the grey china. It actually has pink roses on it.
My grandmother took her own life when she was a young nurse with 3 kids. I have a photo of her before she was married in her nurse uniform. My Great Aunt gave me a table they used for their radio aka TV of the day. Anyone who has been at my house has seen it, though you may not know the significance. All I know about her is she was a nurse and she loved her kids. I sometimes think we must have a lot in common.
MissyToes died New Years Eve 2010 of mammary tumors. If I were better off, she could have had them removed 2 years ago and lived several more.
It was an interesting exercise at the least and a rewarding experience at best. I love having tea with friends, though it rarely happens, and it always brings some insight to this thing we call LIFE?.
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