The Take-Away

I undertook a shamanic journey this afternoon, with my teacher drumming.

I'm not going to post it all here, but wanted to share the "bottom line" of the experience, which was a journey for continued healing of my heart.

To make Love welcome in my heart, for its own sake, asking no more of myself but that.
To remember to open myself to Divine Love, and fill myself with that.

This is how my healing will progress.

Saintly!

Found in the LJ of fellow mystic hippie kateri_thinks


You are Julian of Norwich! It's all about God, to
you. You're convinced that the world has a
happy ending. Everyone else is convinced that
you're a closet hippie, but you love them
anyway.


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Miscellany

1. This evening my daughter and I had our overdue Payday-night-dinner-at-California-Pizza-Kitchen. We usually go early on a Friday evening. Today it was 6:30 on a Saturday night. The crew there was going non-stop. Usually when we're in there's a lot of joking, some hanging out around the counter (where we sit), and a more relaxed pace. But we were still greeted with affection as regulars; our usual waitress, who is also the bartender, made the Child a virgin pina colada without being asked; and the drinks the Child consumed -- and my soda -- were not on our check. So we decided to practice Random Acts of Krispy Kreme. We drove a few miles, went through the drive through and bought two dozen, and brought them back to CPK. It was fun and felt good.

2. Sunday morning I am meeting my dear old gaming friend at a gaming con for conversation, lunch, and then watching him and our third member play 7th Sea. (I used to GM our Swashbuckling Adventures campaigns, but we've never played the original 7th Sea system.) I'm looking forward to just hanging out with him, and also brainstorming a character for my one-night-only appearance in the game he's running in a few weeks. It will be my first venture into gaming in several months. He's running an evil D&D campaign. I'm torn between a dark version of my Star Wars Force-sensitive, combat-trained princess, or a pirate. I have yet to be able to actually role-play a pirate.

3. My mom was not happy with me the other night. She is reading Edith Hamilton's Mythology -- a classic, if now dusty, tome. This is a whole new area for my mother. As far as I know, the closest she's been to mythology is old B movies and Disney's Hercules. So she was excited, and trying to share that with me. Unfortunately, my MA minor was in Greek and Roman religion, and I did some focused studies in the religion of the Ancient Near East for my thesis. So when she told me that according to Hamilton everything before the Greeks was human sacrifice and primitivism, I corrected her. Actually, I was correcting Hamilton, but I think my mother took it personally. When she told me that the Iliad was the first written literature, I told her that the Iliad was originally an oral work, and the earliest writing we have is a hymn by Enheduanna, from ancient Sumer, in praise of Inanna.

When I saw Mom's expression, I suddenly realized we were both taking this conversation far too personally. I hastened to ask to look up the copyright date in the book, then pointed out to her that it was a classic -- but dated -- work. I told her that there had been a lot of archeological evidence discovered since 1969 and that Hamilton had written with the best knowledge available at the time. (I don't actually remember when those texts from Sumer were translated and published, but I had to say something to downplay my own careless/unconscious showing off.

I think I made her feel ignorant and stupid, and I really didn't mean to. I take this kind of knowledge for granted, and it's not well known stuff.