Unpredictibility - Weather and Me

I never liked to be constrained into being the same all the time. I like the freedom of spontaneously doing what moves me. In the same breathe I hypocritically want to know what the weather is doing. Last night I looked at the cloudless sky and decided to leave my windows open a crack and my sunroof up. Surprise - It rained. Can't plan, Can't predict - so I have to make a rule - never leave my windows open. So much for Unpredictable me. If for one minute I could accept all that is around me and not try to set it into a pattern, then I could be free. What ever the world and my fellow inhabitants throws my way would be joyous in the idea that it is for me not against me. Like the rain. Like the driver of the car that always cuts me off. Like my son who doesn't like me right now. It is all perfect. I may not have the wisdom to see why but I know it is the way it is supposed to be. My only job is to ask "What is this for".

Red, Red Wine and Friends

It was a great day with friends coming over for dinner. Challenged by the dietary restrictions of my partner Lorne and our friends. Vegetarian, Blood Type Diet and one person who eats according to her upbringing and her own desires. As I am attempting to make a Key Lime pie - no Dairy, no Gluten and acceptable to three different Blood types, my fridge decides to break. No pie tonight as I needed to refrigerate before putting on the soy based whipping cream. I am in a disaster with four hungry guests. Dinner works out well UNTIL..... we decide to drink wine. Not sip with dinner - Drink. So being the light weight that I am, my two and a half glasses are one and half too many. I leave my friends in the capable hands of Lorne and decide to go and paint. Well the orange monstrosity that resulted is in need of help. Hopefully something will come of it. With abstract art it isn't always easy to redeem a painting. Sometimes it just flows and others are an effort in surrender to what inspiration guides you. Hopefully soon I ask. Hopefully soon.

Am I My Body? ACIM

It is very difficult to not live in this world saying your body is not real. Simple illness, such as cold, focused by mind on my body in such a way that one could see the obsession. As well, my partner and my friends are committed to alternative diets that create a great deal of effort on meal preparation. Just to state that eating a certain food is not compatible with my blood type is an affirmation on the existence of the body. The Lessons in A Course in Miracles do help in reminding me that I am not this body. I find freedom in the statement - "I am not a body, I am free. For I am still as God created me." (Review VI pg 332)

Yet it is the insidiousness of the voice, the eyes, the senses that tell us that we are real in the body. Sometimes a whisper, yet mostly a roar - a proclamation that we are real. The very breathe we take - in gasps as we exercise and in silence as we meditate - tells us that this body is real. The pleasure we experience through the senses affirms our joy in it, like the addiction to chocolate and coffee. Yet it is not ALL that we are and in truth - not who we are at all. Not even in our suffering through pain and death does it own us. We are Free. We are not these bodies. We are as God created us - immortal spirits that transcend this existence.