Old Christmas Riding a Goat, by Robert Seymour, 1836
Remember the cartoon of the angel whispering on the guys right shoulder and the devil whispering on the left? Our brains seem to be endlessly struggling with the fight of duality.
Which is why, praying, meditating or repetition of any kind are there for us to connect the distress of polarity.
The soul may be weighed as the Egyptians believed but it definitely becomes singular.
Our brains take over and our emotions are left out to dry. If we can remember, name, and just observe our feelings we may find solace in the simple peaks and valleys of our psyche.
All religions say this.
Like territorial boundaries, politics are the human condition that need to be in control. For me to be right, you must be wrong. To stay out of the fray and realize this is the thorn.
In the northern hemisphere we are moving towards the shortest day, December 21. The lack of light is equated with the murkiness of falsehood. Maybe this is why the holidays can be so restricting. The material frenzy is fun, in that there is busyness in the discovery of finding presents. To make another happy is a wonderful reflection. The down side is the cloud bursting with hot air, when the surprises are over.
The Dutch brought Sinter Claes over to America. His true origins are unknown as all good Shamans can shapeshift. He brought fire as the ultimate gift to us all. He rode the reindeers Thru time and had wee folk to help sort thru the gifts of the naughty and nice.
Celebrate the light returning.
Which is why, praying, meditating or repetition of any kind are there for us to connect the distress of polarity.
The soul may be weighed as the Egyptians believed but it definitely becomes singular.
Our brains take over and our emotions are left out to dry. If we can remember, name, and just observe our feelings we may find solace in the simple peaks and valleys of our psyche.
All religions say this.
Like territorial boundaries, politics are the human condition that need to be in control. For me to be right, you must be wrong. To stay out of the fray and realize this is the thorn.
In the northern hemisphere we are moving towards the shortest day, December 21. The lack of light is equated with the murkiness of falsehood. Maybe this is why the holidays can be so restricting. The material frenzy is fun, in that there is busyness in the discovery of finding presents. To make another happy is a wonderful reflection. The down side is the cloud bursting with hot air, when the surprises are over.
The Dutch brought Sinter Claes over to America. His true origins are unknown as all good Shamans can shapeshift. He brought fire as the ultimate gift to us all. He rode the reindeers Thru time and had wee folk to help sort thru the gifts of the naughty and nice.
Celebrate the light returning.
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