looking into the mirror
catching a reflection of the outer surface thinking perhaps this is what others see when really all see thru the lens of their own heartmind.
labels of who we are become cast in stone like the monuments we place over a grave.
we carve the name the date and homily to make solid that persons presence but over a long long time it all fades, the writing the memories the weathering of the stone.
looking into space
and drawing forth the inspiration that serves the template of the formless warrior.
in some way we upset the apple cart, we veered from the path of the known. children forget, they assume we are there for them when in essence we are only here for our Selves.
truth gets lost in ego self-importance.
the children, the family, are the fodder we munch on to hone our capacities our abilities, our polishing of the Mirror of our Soul.
some time ago our family became embroiled in dark arrows, they flew thick and fast until the air we breathed festered and writhed with shadows and illusions.
negative emotions galloped out of the gate and threw hard balls hoping for a catch, to score a goal, to be thrown back . blame is convenient but only serves to muddy the waters and irritate the heartmind.
attachments self awareness
dependencies self appreciation
judgements self acceptance
comparisons self pleasure
expectations self love
needy child self actualization
ego self-importance impeccability
the seven dark arrows come out of our wounded selves supported by a society that honours them. given space and a willingness to reflect , the dark arrows will peter out, the light will ignite and with love will shine our path thru to warriors freedom.
Once I thought the idea was to completely exorcise the dark arrows as if it were as simple as that.
instead I realise they serve me, bringing me into awareness so that I may know them, so that I can remove the sting from the tail and reclaim my power – Becoming empowered .
in this way the labeling we are so fond of can be renamed, rejigged and seen as a garment that we can change whenever we choose.
such is warriors freedom.
looking into the mirror
we may catch a reflection of the Beauty of our Soul
and the divine nature of our Being.
aum
I’m with you on this Sandra – that the slings and arrows are opportunities to look beyond. Looking, but really looking into the mirror ‘we may catch a reflection of the Beauty of our Soul and the divine nature of our Being’. Thank you, I love this ..
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thank you susan – it feels like if we keep rummaging around within the icky picky bits looking for that silver lining as my mother would say we have the opportunity to learn more of our selves.
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Beautiful words to echo such true thoughts.
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thank you – it was a bit of a leap into the vulnerable..
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Pretty deep thinking here today. I need to re-read this post when I have more time to absorb the ideas. Is this you reflecting on life or one of your characters in a book?
JQ Rose
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this is me here reflecting thinking deeply or not and writing about this life that I am living. thank you for coming by.
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These are thoughts for me to sit with a while, Sandra. Thank you.
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well as you can see karen I am having a good ole think about it all too and writing is often the vehicle to try out thoughts ideas feelings….
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Really interesting thoughts – and those dark arrows are killers aren’t they? Still, if they cause us to stop and consider what has caused them to be so powerful then we can learn and grow from them. My post today is on loving yourself – something a lot of us didn’t learn when we were younger and as I start to accept myself (good and bad) I’m finding life is so much sweeter.
Leanne | http://www.crestingthehill.com.au
L for Love Yourself
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I think that is what I am trying to say that things are not good or bad in and of themselves – instead they are prompts for learning and growing.that is a lovely way to put it- life becomes sweeter when we move into self -acceptance ..
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