I am marking the close of this blog, which from the start I’ve considered to be an experiment. This little adventure has served its purpose of moving some energy and giving me insight that was needed, and I am grateful. But maintaining it is like volunteering to play the target at a shooting range. Or walking into a really tough bar in the Wild West and asking for a glass of warm milk instead of a gin with a human hair in it. (Rhustler’s Rhapsody – see it!).
I don’t have the energy. Here is part of what I have learned. Those who support the necessary efforts I am making to integrate my memory recall are very few. Even without understanding, these few have the presence and love to be there for me, plain and simple. Some folks just want to keep me at a place that is comfortable. Any deviation from their idea of my norm is grounds for drawing out the sword of suspicion, doubt, dismissal or worse. But as I learned from that lovely temptress Ms. Noxema – Let good thoughts be your shield and sword, and ignore adversity.
So I wouldn’t mind any of this, but for the call to change. I am healing. To meet the demands of my unraveling memory and integration – and if this has never happened to you, you are likely clueless – the landscape of my life is bound to change. I did not seek the memory recall – from what I could see of its arrival, it was the next piece on the evolutionary agenda. Regardless, it has happened and I must deal with the effects. Like a food I just can’t eat anymore, I find myself unable to go with stories that don’t vibe as real, despite their advantage of time and repetition. It is awful to feel like I have to agree to what doesn’t resonate truthfully and this causes me to isolate. I’m willing to accept it as a flaw – heck, those who would rather see me as dead than changed might have a point – I don’t know. But I do know nostalgia ain’t what it used to be. And this too shall pass. I’ll eventually get my theater back on – I am a good actress.
A small person builds cages to keep people in. A sage keeps dropping keys all night long for the rowdy prisoners to escape. I hope I can remember this no matter where I might sit – ever. It is an old Hafiz gem, but it never sang to me quite the way it does now – as a great reminder for good living. Here’s another: God blooms from the shoulder of the elephant that is courteous to the ant. Whether I be ant, elephant, dead or alive, imprisoned, free, none or all of the above – blessings, peace, and love is the only real message. Violence is no way to get that message across. That’s the truth. I have long wished for and taken action toward harmony – it is one constant witnessed as my memory returns to me.
I am grateful for the invaluable help received in refining my wish. Heaps of gratitude and blessings to my teacher(s). In the spirit of my wish for Harmony, I bid this blog farewell. I humbly thank you for taking the time to share a bit in my journey. If you’d like, you can catch my writings on less personal but equally passionate subjects at my Fragrant Alchemy blog- blog http://theperfumerie.wordpress.com/, and my Essential Artist blog http://anessentialartist.wordpress.com/. Or you can check out my book – Journey to the Heart of the Maker, http://www.gatewaysbooksandtapes.com/books/bk140.html. Blessings of Peace and Love to All – Graciela Milagros Rivera aka Grace Kelly Rivera, An Essential Artist.