I realize I should do these second time through readings of the daily meditations in advance of the week, not in retrospect. Anyone who is reading along may not come back to look now for the past week. I am going to seriously try to do this for the upcoming week later today.
I truly love our search through ourselves for our authentic selves. The discussion of “spiritual electricity” resonates with me. I have been trying to create some varying backgrounds and works of art but have seemed to feel there was nothing there. I did not work on Friday of this week as my son had a sectional diving event and, then, decided not to play catch up on Saturday. Instead, I flipped the switch of my “spritual electricity” on and did some painting and creating. My first creation was three and a half dozen ginger cookies for my visiting 21 year old daughter to take back to college with her. Then, the work from Julia Andrus’s Paper Transformed began. That is another post altogether, though.
And, that 10 year old girl…. oh my! I do not have this picture but I can see it in my mind. It was on my father’s desk in his office, when the office was behind an old barber shop. I had hair about mid-back, straight as a board and pulled back in a partial ponytail. The chestnut colored hair is a color I yearn for these days but it is not the hair color that speaks to my authentic self. I was wearing a high necked green plaid dress. This dress does not speak to my authentic self either. It is my face that speaks of who I really am. I had the remnants of two black eyes. I had spent the summer camping with my grandmother and tripped over a wagon tongue. In the process, I fell – hitting my forehead in a very precarious spot. The doctors said I could have been blinded had the point of impact been a fraction of an inch in any direction. The blood from the huge egg on my head drained the only place it could – into the whites of my eyes. Then, the bruising came. I had these huge black eyes for weeks. But getting them was fun! I was playing with the boys, a tomboy at her best. And, that is truly me.
Wanderlust and travel are also explored in ways now that could not be previously. Do you dream of travel? I have done the travel in a small part. I spent one fall travelling up and down the eastern seaboard. I went 13,000 miles from August until November. I saw many wonderful places and beautiful people but I loved it most when I came back home. I don’t think this is where home will always be but it where it is now and I love it!