Happy New Year--May Your Cup Runneth Over
Ahhh
I follow Caz
Makepeace’s blog Ytravelblog.com, and they were touring the Oregon Coast.
Hey, that’s my neck of the woods.
That
ingenious girl can find something fun to do most everyplace. Here I am looking
to her to find something for us to do here.
One
suggestion I want to follow is to jetboat the Rogue River—I’ll wait until
summer, though.
Once I whitewater rafted the Rogue, and it was a wet blast. A friend from California talked me into it, but that adventuring soul has moved on to an even more exciting place. I hope she’s traveling; she loved that. With her gone, I must find a new person to jetboat—I bet daughter number one and grandson will do it.
Once I whitewater rafted the Rogue, and it was a wet blast. A friend from California talked me into it, but that adventuring soul has moved on to an even more exciting place. I hope she’s traveling; she loved that. With her gone, I must find a new person to jetboat—I bet daughter number one and grandson will do it.
Here I am
sitting in the middle of winter dreaming of summertime. Next month the kids and I are going to
Disneyland—Southern California will be sprouting flowers, while our poor little
plants are taking a sabbatical.
We completed
Christmas, as did you. It appears that they keep coming faster. However, now
that we have had the winter solstice, I look forward to longer daylight hours.
Look who
showed up for the solstice.
He was only about thumb-sized.
We got a
free ham for Christmas. A boxed ham has shown up on our doorstep three years
running-- addressed to the previous owner. Twice I’ve sent it back. This year I
kept it--guilt-free.
Perhaps the
ham was to compensate for the theft of our two propane tanks. (We have a propane
stove, and as I was preparing to cook, there was no gas, and I knew my daughter had
switched tanks earlier that day.)
Was someone in dire need of propane, or was
it drugs they wanted? I don’t know,
except the tanks were worth more than the ham, but the Great Spirit gave it a
shot, bless her heart. Such a bare spot, though, where the tanks used to be.
I almost put
the ham box filled with used kitty litter in the driveway in hopes that the
thief would take that too. Instead, I used it for a Christmas box.
But the image of a thief
running down the street carrying two propane tanks tickles me.
The
following is what I’ve been up to this week--that was getting another website
together. The site is
https//thewisdomseekersblog.com and has some old information you might have heard from me, and some you haven't.
I had to add
the word “blog” to get the domain, and I have to watch as the word isn’t keeper, it’s “seeker.” Isn’t that
what we are, “Wisdom Seekers?”
The following is an excerpt from The Wisdom Seekers blog.com
The following is an excerpt from The Wisdom Seekers blog.com
This morning when I saw the
stick lying on the floor vibrating as though it had been electrified, I knew it
was my turn, yet with quivering hand, I picked up the stick.
I wondered if the group would
throw me out. I feared ridicule and laughter. You don’t know what you’re
talking about, some might say. You’re crazy, says another.
Wait, you will have your
turn.
I knew that there was a truth
buried deep within me from old times, from ancient cultures, from present
teachers, and my own experience.
And I know that we must share what we have gained from the privilege of living
on this beautiful planet. (If you don't value this planet watch
"This Strange Rock," on Netflix and see how our earth daily fights
for us.)
After a while, we see each
other for who we are—we are The Wisdom Seekers.
While I love motivational speakers
and hold dear wise words from people more learned than me, I know that most
people do not have an Instagram
life. All of our pictures aren't rosy, and all of our experiences aren't grand.
We see so many photoshopped
images; it's hard to tell the untouched from the touched. Most of us don't have
the bodies, face, skin, or hair of those beautiful people we see presented on
media sites. (Don't read fashion magazines, it will just make you feel
ugly--unless you are the enlightened soul l think you are and can see behind
the makeup,)
When Lucy Hone's spoke on Ted
Talk about "Resilient People," she asked her audience questions such
as, "Have you ever had your heart broken?" "Have you ever been
in an accident, had surgery, broken a bone, know someone who had cancer.
watched a loved one die?" Soon the entire audience was standing.
While some people walk on hot
coals to prove then can, most everyone has walked through the fire of life.
Therefore, our mission,
should we choose to accept it, is to learn some mastery skills.
I do not promise anything on
these pages except mastery over life (Haha, I'm kidding.) I'm offering a romp
through some experiences, insights, and stories that will shine light in dark
places, and glow brilliantly on others.
I suspect because you are
here, that you are a Wisdom Seeker.
Take what you will from the Wisdom Seekers. Add your own, and know that I love you,
Joyce
"And what would you
do," the Master said unto the multitude, If God spoke directly to your
face and said, 'I COMMAND THAT YOU BE HAPPY IN THE WORLD AS LONG AS YOU LIVE,'
What would you do then?"
And
the multitude was silent, not a voice, not a sound was heard upon the
hillsides, across the valleys where they stood.”
–Richard Bach, Illusions