Purrs of Wisdom Found...

Hopefully, we build the pillars within ourselves as our base supporting structure, and as we give from that place of loving strength and solidness we change the world we touch. One person, one life, at a time.

It's easy enough to live and give from surface level--to live and give from our primary thoughts and our primary wisdom. But surface level does not tell or show the whole story of sincere pain. My goal, for lack of a better word, has been to find the resources within to enable me to get down on ground level with someone, openly share their pain, look at it clearly and with honestly and offer a little healing help. And then be able to rise in my own solidness again.

I have learned that it will take the whole of me if I am to be successful. And I believe, Christine, the four pillars you speak of make for a necessary foundation. They strengthen the body to give us the where-with-all to delve into those greater mysteries. Between our knowings and our mysterious un-knowings lies our sacred place. At least that is my understanding of it today. And I think we, as a society, have traveled far away from this simple goodness. I am thankful that through so many others, I was able to latch onto these truths that ignited a deep knowing within my own heart.

I am in a deeply thankful, strong and grateful place. Thank you, dear Goldfinch, for your wish that I remain strong. You are so very bright within my view. I will always be fine. I am much too loved, love too much to be otherwise. I can always rise up and seek some sunshine if the ground proves too cold sometimes. But I surely do wish to do some lifting.

I am feeling that this is maybe not the proper place for such dialog. But it is all mixed up in the wholeness process for me. I cannot heal one part without tending all. As one part heals another one blossoms. It's all complex and lovely interconnectedness.

Perhaps that is my greatest and simplest lesson to myself.

Christine, here’s to the next five years! Kit

We were posting at the same time! Would never have left you out on purpose. You know my heart where you're concerned, and it is a deep and sweet honor to feel I hold the same place in yours. Lovely, isn't it, how we can care for each other, and so very many, many others, without face meetings or physical touch? I'm sitting with you here. Honored to be. I know some of this new-found solidness came from you. When did it leave the physical organ floppy-ness and evolve into this beautiful pureness of heart we share? loveyagirl, Kit

Louise, I was thinking just last night that I wished you'd come and offer your perspective somewhere. I looked for Judy too. You both offer something deeply special but very easy to draw from. Good stuff.

In the spirit of unity with you and Zelda, I will also share that I was pounded. Luckily no pounding came from within the sweet shelter of my own home, in childhood or in marriage. But it was close enough, harsh enough (I have always been sensitive), often enough that it took a great and changing toll. It was all words. Just words. Words that sought to make me different than I am. Something in me just couldn't, wouldn't change. I would not have chosen the path, of course, and although I did not change in the direction I was encouraged, through the pain I received a roadmap (of sorts) to my deeper self, my truer self, my happy-cat spot. As I said, you guys have only been with me (or me with you) for a short leg of my journey. Physical problems have only been a small part of my life so far.

Gardens: Louise, I adore when you speak of your garden. Zelda, I know you love yours as well. I learn from you both. I am crazy for dirt. And compost just makes me plain ol' happy. I have a fresh chip pile, a few years old chip pile, and a fully done, lovely smelling, dark and loose one that surely must be like the soil of the earth when it was born fresh and new. The older pile is more than 20 years old and is entirely from tree trimmings! What it offers is beyond beautiful. We let it weed out so it does not wash away. The weeds pull from it so easily when we need to borrow from it riches. My piles are all taller than me and ever so wide! I flag trucks down as they pass our house. I say, "where you going with those beautiful chips you got there?" So many times they end up dumped in our field. So many quick phone calls to my husband at his work to ask where my next pile can go. I am nuts for dirt. Did I say that already? Louise, your place sounds so very, very lovely. Wish I could see. Wish, wish I could see.

Question: I have a little Mantis tiller that has been like my appendage for the last few years. I love to garden with it. I usually use it in soil that does not need much tilling. I just love to play with it. Do you think the vibration is harmful? I would hate to think I had to part with the joyful times I have with it.

The great thing about being human is that we get to choose how to live, what our focus will be centered on for the day, what food for thought we feed ourselves. Sometimes that means we have to create our own little joyful spot amidst our troubles--if we're to have a joyful spot at all that day. Joy for us is joy for those we love, and joy for those we touch, so it like a gift we choose to receive and then to give. I think that is what you do Zelda. What most of us do. Not deny or ignore or pretend we don't have serious issues in our lives. But rise above them in spirit so we can see from our trueness. The joy in your voice from getting to spend time with your son is a lovely example. We rise above and see and experience and rejoice in the love that is there for us. We choose.

Zelda, the me you see is so very lovely and even though there is no way no how that I could ever live up to your vision, you do make me strive for the better me. And if there is any small part of me that causes recognition in you, I can only say that is the loveliest of compliments and I am in sweet company. You often make me cry the sweet tears.

I can't stay here all day. Gotta wash clothes, sweep, mop, work, work, work. Wish I had the seven dwarfs here to help me! What fun that would be. Yes, I am a nut, I know. love, Kit

Louise said: You probably won't recognise her until she has been back for a while, and you will suddenly realise that you feel lighter, and wonder how you got through all this s&*# that you have been going through.

Well said, well said, well said! Louise, if you bump into someone with your rake today, it's just me staying close so I don't miss anything. If I get in the way, just hand me that rake and put me to work. I'll even pull your weeds! I love weeds now!! Long as I can stay close enough to hear you if you got something else like this to say. I like thinnin' others' patches and sharing in their bulbs of wisdom. I only take what flourishes and multiplies anyway...so there's no loss to either garden. Kit