Comments on: Consequences http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/ journeys through the mist Thu, 29 Jul 2010 01:14:58 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: katkmeanders http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/comment-page-1/#comment-133 katkmeanders Sat, 06 Oct 2007 17:22:08 +0000 http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/#comment-133 Oddly enough, one of my Inner secret gardens is a Summer day, with freshly washed white sheets blowing in the wind. I can smell their cleaness. I envision/visit it anytime I play Enya's Aldebaran. It harks back to childhood days, racing by the washing line (being careful not to pull down the laundry) on my way to find a hiding spot. As a young adult, there was a pond out in the middle of a feild I'd go to, when I was a child I'd go to a stretch of the Arkansas river which was very close to our house. These days I like to go out to Elk City resevoir, the intermediate (bad knee) hiking trail is quite nice, and you can see the stars very nicely up on the overlook. I usually like to be where I can feel the wind on my face. If the wind stills, I get ill at ease. If it starts kicking up, I consider whether or not to move to shelter, and how soon. I love to hear the cicadas zzz-zuu-zzz-zuuing on a Summer evening, with a nighthawk letting out a wistful cry now and then. There are bugs here in this part of Kansas that I am not as fond of, I call them "kek kek bugs" because that is the sound they make, all night. *kekKEKkekkek kekKEKkekkek kekkekkek kekkek* I know it's a bug, I've seen one, it was rather large, green, and leaf shaped. I've grown more used to them though, and am learning to not mind their noise as much. We had a Great Horned owl pair nesting in the old oak last year, they didn't come back this year though. (One night I heard one of them let out its "Battle Cry" when one of the cats leapt up into the open window to smell the night air. Scared the dickens out of me.) There are a lot of squirrels that live in the oak as well, that came back this Spring. We have grey treefrogs here, and I like listening to them calling, along with the other frogs and toads. Some nights the wind is alive, others it's a quieter companion to thought. Oddly enough, one of my Inner secret gardens is a Summer day, with freshly washed white sheets blowing in the wind. I can smell their cleaness. I envision/visit it anytime I play Enya’s Aldebaran. It harks back to childhood days, racing by the washing line (being careful not to pull down the laundry) on my way to find a hiding spot. As a young adult, there was a pond out in the middle of a feild I’d go to, when I was a child I’d go to a stretch of the Arkansas river which was very close to our house. These days I like to go out to Elk City resevoir, the intermediate (bad knee) hiking trail is quite nice, and you can see the stars very nicely up on the overlook. I usually like to be where I can feel the wind on my face. If the wind stills, I get ill at ease. If it starts kicking up, I consider whether or not to move to shelter, and how soon.

I love to hear the cicadas zzz-zuu-zzz-zuuing on a Summer evening, with a nighthawk letting out a wistful cry now and then. There are bugs here in this part of Kansas that I am not as fond of, I call them “kek kek bugs” because that is the sound they make, all night. *kekKEKkekkek kekKEKkekkek kekkekkek kekkek* I know it’s a bug, I’ve seen one, it was rather large, green, and leaf shaped. I’ve grown more used to them though, and am learning to not mind their noise as much. We had a Great Horned owl pair nesting in the old oak last year, they didn’t come back this year though. (One night I heard one of them let out its “Battle Cry” when one of the cats leapt up into the open window to smell the night air. Scared the dickens out of me.) There are a lot of squirrels that live in the oak as well, that came back this Spring. We have grey treefrogs here, and I like listening to them calling, along with the other frogs and toads. Some nights the wind is alive, others it’s a quieter companion to thought.

]]> By: Richard http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/comment-page-1/#comment-131 Richard Sat, 06 Oct 2007 07:34:48 +0000 http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/#comment-131 @timethief It sounds like a wonderful secret garden. I can smell the cedars. One of the things I was told during one of my journeys was that we have all the time we need, and it is always our choice. We may indeed decide that we do not want to take a certain path at a certain time, and as you say if we do not, it will show up again. There really is no timetable, no schedule, except as determined by us. Best wishes with the relationship and the lesson. @timethief
It sounds like a wonderful secret garden. I can smell the cedars.

One of the things I was told during one of my journeys was that we have all the time we need, and it is always our choice. We may indeed decide that we do not want to take a certain path at a certain time, and as you say if we do not, it will show up again. There really is no timetable, no schedule, except as determined by us.

Best wishes with the relationship and the lesson.

]]> By: timethief http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/comment-page-1/#comment-130 timethief Fri, 05 Oct 2007 16:57:47 +0000 http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/#comment-130 I'm a country girl living in a breathtaking natural environment. I have more than one secret garden. The one that is my favourite is an old growth cedar grove where I sit to meditate and also where I just go to "receive". It's this secret garden that I prefer to go to when I'm troubled. And as I sit on the huge fallen log covered with a blanket of moss I gradually shift my consciousness and become one with all that is. All my relations. Last night when I entered my secret garden my heart was troubled about the way a relationship I am a part of is going. I found a feather - a turkey vulture feather laying on my pathway. I gave thanks for the gift and picked it up twirling it in my fingers. This gift prompted me to reflect on the role of turkey vultures in nature and gave rise to many personal insights. In essence I have received a message that I'm about to be taught a lesson. Hopefully I will be a willing student this time but if I'm not then the lesson will be presented to me again. Mine is a learn at your own pace journey and that's the way of it for all other sojourners too. All my relations. I’m a country girl living in a breathtaking natural environment. I have more than one secret garden. The one that is my favourite is an old growth cedar grove where I sit to meditate and also where I just go to “receive”. It’s this secret garden that I prefer to go to when I’m troubled. And as I sit on the huge fallen log covered with a blanket of moss I gradually shift my consciousness and become one with all that is. All my relations.

Last night when I entered my secret garden my heart was troubled about the way a relationship I am a part of is going. I found a feather – a turkey vulture feather laying on my pathway. I gave thanks for the gift and picked it up twirling it in my fingers. This gift prompted me to reflect on the role of turkey vultures in nature and gave rise to many personal insights.

In essence I have received a message that I’m about to be taught a lesson. Hopefully I will be a willing student this time but if I’m not then the lesson will be presented to me again. Mine is a learn at your own pace journey and that’s the way of it for all other sojourners too.

All my relations.

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