People, Places & Purgatory

Bedraggled Bird

The winter retreat has begun.

     This time things are going to pulse a bit differently.

Where there is no light, there will be no remoteness.

Recently or since my last retreat I've had some changes in my aura. Positive change mixed with sudden and aggressive healing, which I didn't fully embrace for.  With that being said my perspective is shining more green as in newly minted; as opposed possibly to the darkened purple which coloured a version of me that needed rest.

This rest that I get from Providence is something like no other. I truly am uplifted by my surroundings here.  Though it has a slight religious aspect to it, it is not a heavy god push on your heart. I describe this as a tender awakening to my inner self each time I present my soul to the world which is providence.

I also have decided to attempt micro dosing with psilocybin. I am doing a trial run and I hope this weekend is enough to enlighten my awareness.https://www.dropbox.com/s/bhuyeyd0wc68mm1/Beginners_Guide.pdf?dl=0

I don't believe I will experience anything more than a boost in vision both anticipatory and emotional. If I do, well that's gonna be part of this blog.

So for night one hour 2 I thank you for reading.

If you'd like to read about my past retreat experiences,  they are here on my public WIX account.

MUCA is my sacred word for this cleanse. The word means something darling to me. This shall guide me along this journey this weekend. At times I felt sinking but entrappednin deep thought. I was able to pin point my whereabouts to center all the while feeling my body.

Chastised heart, flowing joy an overwhelming feeling of release and patience is what "Good" defines in me in this now.

Take moments to breathe in your SoUl

Breakfast this morning;

The truly sacred place is where I am!

    Wow what a phrase this is, and oh how important to understand it!  As this journey of self discovery continues I know very well what content feels like. A new feeling but all around beautiful. After having grasped expecting less and yearning fewer times than my old self; I've come to ease into this peaceful living.

   Hearing this simple phrase from Father Keating, titled my thoughts completely.

Bedraggled birds and the bush with our nest. Yes the tale of the mustard seed. Now wouldn't you know it that on the field of work I do, as some of you may have already known I am a social worker in the human service field. There is an agency that is intertwined with the agencies I work for, that comes up when hearing this tale.

The growth of this weed in and amongst the people making it no different than the rest generates the idea of place for all. Come dine off the mustard seed as it grows. Though not a massive tree forever extending life's exotic wonders. Rather a bush and the few of us whom meet there are said birds.

I have to laugh because it's epically painted in my mind what we all bedraggled may look like!

I just may retitle this whole piece to us the bedraggled!!

Pharisees:The Pharisees paid a great deal of attention to outward ordinances and actions that would make them appear righteous, but they were not as concerned with actually being righteous in their hearts. For this Jesus referred to them as hypocrites.

Publican;The Pharisee thought of no one other than himself and regarded everyone else a sinner, whereas the publican thought of everyone else as righteous as compared with himself, a sinner. The Pharisee asked nothing of God, but relied upon his own self-righteousness.