flower meditation

herding cats · flower meditation

Hermit kindly shared this planted meditation so in the spirit of self discovery and sharing here are the results.

You are a seed and are planted in a field
You need to set down roots and slowly grow
You need to watch yourself grow

You need to know

1) the type of flower
2) the colour of flower
3) and why

I saw a open plain of earth and planted a seed.
I felt the earth around me.
I felt roots going deep into the soil and I stretched towards the sun.
When I looked to see what I had become, there was a vast landscape filled with heath/heather covered in purple flowers.

When I asked why things got interesting.......

I am standing on grandma's porch looking at the garden where two huge heather's grow.
I turn around and walk inside. It is warm and cozy with a fire burning grandma is on the davenport, I am 6 or 7 and I sit with her. She smiles and grasps my small hand in hers looking at my palm. A brief look of sadness crosses her face then she smiles pats my hand and says "you are a unique child".
Finding this interesting I rise and skip towards the kitchen full of happiness.

I am now older 10-11 and grandma is preparing dinner, there is a tree in the dining room and the xmas decor is out. Grandpa starts singing in his operatic voice, the song still makes me giggle...."I wanna go swimmin with bare naked women" .....

I turn to leave the kitchen and realize the house is cold, not physically cold but lifeless. I am now much older and grandma is gone, grandpa is so sad and he no longer sings. We are upstairs cleaning out grandma's clothes it is so cold, I discover my "fairy ballerina" nightgown and tuck it into my bag.

I am now sitting in the living room on that same davenport, my youngest son is an infant in his carry seat. There is no fire in the fireplace. Everyone is there and yet I am completely alone in that room, it is ice cold and the house has died.

I walk out onto the porch and look at those two huge heather bushes in the unkempt garden.

and it ends.......

apparently that is why I am fields of heather q25

Haywire

Very nice meditation herding cats. I think I will give it a try too.

Thanks for sharing,
Love,
Jacquie

Sage/Debs

Wow! Cats, that was very moving and moved me to tears.

the hermit

Thanks for sharing heather (herding cats)

hermie

herding cats

the hermit

The links form and fade away the blockages
The past slips back into your mind
And you remember

Sage/Debs

Today's thought for the day seemed appropriate for this spot

Intuitive Intellect
Intuition is the discerning of a refined intellect. We all have the capacity for intuition, but we find it hard to cultivate and exercise this capacity as we are mostly encouraged to keep our awareness focused on the surface events and activities of life around us. Intuition is that voice of innate wisdom which can speak to us at any moment. It is the core of our self, of our consciousness, a touchstone which is always true and trustworthy, as long as the voice is not distracted or disturbed by the many voices of our ego, or others egos, which we allow to reside like ghosts within our consciousness. Learning to listen to and trust our intuition means we must be able to recognise these voices and ruthlessly ignore their deviations and temptations. This is why we need to spend some time each day in some form of contemplative process - call it meditation, reflection or just listening to the self. When we give time to restoring our inner peace and quiet, we will learn to discern the voice of our intuition from the cleverness of our ego. When meditation becomes a regular exercise we rebuild that trust in ourselves to be able to ignore the machinations of ego, and follow the wisdom of our inner tutor. Gradually there comes a time when we never do not know what to do, when every event reveals something deeply significant to our awareness, and we can sense the deeper needs of those around us. These are the inner subtle skills of intuition and the sign of our intuitive intellect at work.

herding cats

the hermit

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