Reckless is my middle name - or that is what the Universe seemed to just mention!
I am reminded of the story of myself as a two year old. There I was, with my parents and older sister, aboard a luxurious Portuguese sailing ship making its way from Cape Town to Mozambique. As a toddler I was placed in the creche with a mixture of children, however, being the only Blondie aboard, I became the subject of much curiosity. In later years I was told the attention and touching seemed too overwhelming for me and I proceeded to bite my seeming oppressors until my mother was called to witness the teeth marks and I was removed from the situation. I always recall the photo taken of me sleeping in an elegant lounge chair whilst my mother, resplendent in a long, shimmering turquoise ballgown, danced the night away in the ship's ballroom.
I believe that as I mature I am quite capable of fending off unwanted attention without having to resort to either biting or waiting for someone else to remove me from the situation. Well, at least that is the lesson I have hopefully learned!
In a dream I had the very close and undivided attention of someone who made me feel exceptionally uncomfortable, however, being the 'good girl', I merely turned the other cheek, so to speak and confronted the forces within. My shadow self, projected as it were, as the dark energy of my husband, merely stayed there in the shadows, refusing to come to my aid and merely observing. It was the strongest archetypal image of being both submissive yet in control simultaneously. Well, it is said that the God and the celestial beings dwell in paradox... In the dream, the masculine energy that was so in my face received the sharp end of my wrath, much to my own amazement.
How do I feel now, in this moment, letting the thoughts and words simply flow forth through my mind and out of my fingertips? If people are nice to me, curious about me, want to touch me or have a part of me that is both so their own problem as well as an opportunity for me to draw boundaries that I am both comfortable with and confident that I can maintain with grace and integrity.
That about sums it up and in the moment of creation I rejoice in the experiences of the past and remain in gratitude for all that is perfect and all that is not perfect in my life. The opportunity to grow as soul on planet Earth in 2007 is as miraculous as the fact thatI have been run over by a commuter train yet am here to tell the tale.
And, so the tale begins... I suspect there will be a twist in the end of the tale as such has been my experience, not to mention the tist in the tails of both my youngesat dog and my youngest cat.
I read yesterday that many of the best philosophers changed their minds often. Well, this picture in my 2000 diary spoke to me about myself and my philosophy for life.
The caption insert is merely the entries made for the week opposite that particular horse picture. This is a study of my own life - and perhaps one day I'll make head or tail of it...
As a postnote, I did promise God that, as I had been a fence-sitter and not believed either way in Him/Her for the 27 years to then, I made the choice to believe 100% for the next 27 years. The results of this mystical excursion into the domain of belief are promised in the form of a book to be published around my 55th birthday. It was not long before the title came to me and has stuck around ever since. I have Divine copyright and trust this shall suffice. "RIVERS OF LOVE, LIFE & SOMETHING ELSE..." by Philippa E Castle
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Philippa Castle
Tel:0829434327
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Philippa Castle
Tel:0829434327
