CNJ Cuppa Nona Joy me
SCG Super Cool Guy fellow traveller
I have a grandson. And he is the best thing ever. Mainstream I know, but besides being indicative of the power of love, I see him as my opportunity to remember. To observe our human experience as pure unaltered source.
And we all want to think the fruit of our loins is advanced. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I recognize it as ego-related and choose not to assign duality and delight in observing the unfolding of this SLH's journey just as it is.
However...This blessed being, my grandson, was born on June 21, the first day of summer. And what a ray of sunshine he is. Earlier that year, I celebrated the arrival of Spring with a group of galfriends performing a pagan-like ritual in a wooded area nearby. One of the gifts received was a lily bulb. I planted it in my ever-expanding garden. The synchronicities of the Universe are magical; that lily revealed it's first bloom on the first day of summer, the first day of SLH's life.
Mother Earth, you rock.
To view the world through a child's mind. Hmmm, we should all do that more. Delight. Question. Observe. And be brave to say odd things; it merely shows we're awake and contemplating and learning. My lil guy is already programmed with social manners so when he doesn't want to do something it's No please. Awww... His fave program is Cat in the Hat. We should all have Dr Seuss as our first life coach.
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
We were outside the other night; a beautiful September evening. That SLH was riding his tricycle and noticed the magnificent sky. Beautiful he says in toddler-speak. We hold hands and walk up the driveway. He points Awesome. I pop him in the back of the truck; he busies himself with some rope tying down an invisible load. I feel so alive ... the expansive sky above, slowly, subtly, the pinkish hue, morphing as the sun sets, SLH's chatter. The neighbourhood is alive ... joggers, dog-walkers and we greet them all. HI he hollers. A friend of mine comes by walking her furry bundle of joy.
Hey you're having a tailgate party without me. We chatted, laughed, reminisced. She carried on her way; I gathered up that SLH and took him in for his bath.
He's so damn cute I can't stand it.
We're outside on my sundeck. I look at SLH.
CNJ You know what's really going on here don't you?
SLH Yes, is his reply.
He has said some incredible things about people he's never met and those who have passed within his short life. For me, this solidifies the concept of so-called programming aka our belief systems. No wonder it's hard for us to remember that we're energetic beings having a physical experience. From the get-go our reality is built externally. Rules. Blah, blah, blah.
I have a close friend who is on a spiritual journey much like mine. He has a new grandson and held him, only hours old. SCG, in his enlightened state, was incredibly moved by the profoundness of cradling this virginal energy.
The joyful feeling is alignment with your true source: the vibration of LOVE.
Makes this whole earthwalk worth every second of discomfort to experience that level of happiness. Think about it. How many songs have a "trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday" theme to them. Indeed, our human condition is addicted to love. We just need to be reminded sometimes.
As Ellen says, Be Kind to One Another
Here's another one of Mark's Doodles. This guy is fantastic ... in so many ways ...
Keep on Doodling Professor ....