Lack is a word that ‘new agey’ people throw around a lot. ‘new agey’ people is a term I throw around a fair amount and i completely recognize its stupidity, in the face of the tremendous variety of people out there. mostly what i mean is people who are interested in more non-traditional ways of thinking about the body and the psyche.
my mother thinks the tarot is most likely evil. She is NOT new agey. Can you identify the definition in that negative?
anyhow. Lack.
If you focus on what you don’t have.. or spend your fears on what you might lose.. or do all the work you do to KEEP lack away… its a part of your life… and investigating it is worth a damn. or a dollar.
when i feel myself filling with resentment, i tend to spend. i do. i spend money, i spend time… i throw it around like budgets and constraints are a fantasy… like dwarves… or magic swords… fun in books but not ‘real’ to me.
this time around? i found the greatest abundance in giving away. i gave money to two fundraisers for families in need. i found it thrilling to think i could give and it would help relieve at least one stress in their lives as they move through trama. these were small amounts, but i could swing it, and there was legit NEED.
i signed up for an infusion of essential oils from my friend gina garris… she’s magic. and i spent money! and i felt instantly that i was already wealthier… weird but true. they haven’t arrived yet but even the thinking was an enriching experience. . .
when you are required to think about what you really need, and you include all the different parts of you: the mom of an overly emotional kid, the sexual creature, the artist, the dreamer, the worrier… all those parts need to be honored and cared for… and then you feel that someone is going to do that? (gina’s oils are… and I am… ME..) Its pretty kickass.
it feels fertile. rich loam, vibrant soil. you get me?
its february. normally we’d be holding onto our sanity about spring… but this year the weather has significantly altered and it seems like spring could be any minute now. usually at this time we are clinging to faith. faith that beneath the soil is percolation, potential, growth… that while all is frozen, the green and the lush are lying in wait for us…
well, its a thing for me anyways. (laughing) It really is. I hope you have that too. that faith. it feels pretty damn luxurious in the face of what we might think we lack. faith beneath the slush and the chill.
burble.
another thing i did was move heaven and high water. (what? what does that mean? ) ..is it supposed to be hell? … to spend time with real live people this weekend, which meant asking my mom to babysit on a weekend i ‘had the kids’… i’ve never, ever done that before, in all these almost 3-4 years of separation. they’ve never had a babysitter when they’ve been with me, and i’ve never gone out without them. and i did. and it was worth it.
and let me just tell you, there were a lot of people involved… 2 sports games and a surprise third. and three different sets of people helped manage the driving so i could go away and have a cup of tea in a mug that i drank while warm. with real. live.people. living. not online.
have i ever told you all how hermit-like i am? hm.
