All’s Well That Ends Well

alls well that ends wellWarning: mostly boring stuff.  This is a journal entry that I started on Facebook and it started to get too long so I finished it here.  I picked up a few documentaries at the video store the other day–one was on hiking Kilimanjaro.  And the other entitled “When we left the earth” about the space program, NASA and the astronauts.  Found both very enjoyable and no problem to ease into watching after leaving the gym today.  The last 10 minutes on the treadmill required mental discipline to get through but even though it’s Friday, I didn’t accept any excuse from the weak mind that kept offering excuses to quit prematurely.

They were giving away free T-shirts so picked up a few for myself, daughter and granddaughter; so soft and a nice little treat.

The last of the pottery Xmas gifts are being fired and tomorrow I will finish one of the last ones.  Hope to go the movies later to see Hunger Games with some of the family and aside from that, just waiting for news about an upcoming move to my own apartment.

This little place which is like a little house of it’s own has a front and back porch for my plants and steps up with a railing–not many; maybe 6 or 7.  The whole apartment area which is more like small little houses is really surrounded by woods and a creek is nearby or so I’m told—its a gem to find a place surrounded by woods here in the city.  Another bonus is that it’s not far from family and even closer to the gym than where I reside now.

Yeah, so I’ve been renting a few movies which help to keep my mind away from wanting to attach … well, you know this saying, right?  My Dad used it all the time, “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched”, he’d say to me.  Evidently, Dad (rest is soul) noticed the tendency toward disappointment in me at an early age.  It’s taken all these many years to finally integrate that message of non-attachment.

The other day I was listening to a Buddhist teacher who said when you begin the path of awareness and mindfulness that you sometimes do a lot of karmic clearing all at once.  This brought a moment of consolation for the difficulties that I’ve experienced integrating here from my hermit lifestyle in the woods.  The Winter Solstice before even considering a move (or having the foggiest hint that I’d be doing so) I remember standing up on the mountain ridge behind my house hanging i-Ching and Buddha coins on a sweet little naturally growing live white pine tree which I assigned as my personal yule tree.  I clearly recall that I asked for more knowledge about Buddhism and “to become more Buddha-like”.  Yep, that could have done it!  LOL  I’m not kidding –really, I’m not.  I was quiet serious about expanding knowledge about Buddhism at the time.  And actually, not long after that (there being no sanghas in those old mountains, I learned about Vajra TV which I considered to be a miracle!)

And now that I’ve left the mountains, I will be happy to be once again in my own little nest.  (I’m sharing an apartment with my sister and niece–add that one to the challenges faced since moving here.)  Anyway, when the move happens (and it will eventually!),  I plan to eat better, cook healthier food.

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Mentors Channel posted this on Facebook today; I relate

You know… I look back over my life for the past… well,  since the summer of 2012 (and we’re soon to be in 2015 in a few weeks) and realize even more so now how this “heap-load of intense karmic clearing” could really be a viable or possible truth.

I hope not to have incurred further or additional karma these past few years, but if intention is part of the cause/effect karmic equation for the future, this may ease any future karmic consequence.

One can only hope for the best on a karmic level and to offset that to perform good deeds, so tonglen meditations, and  as they say accrue merit to create good karma to balance.

Anyway, I can correlate so many Buddhist teachings with my experiences over the past 2+ years and while I may have struggled a good deal with reality/life, many realizations have occurred.  And this is one more thing to be grateful for.

My daughters have their apartments all decorated for the holidays now.  I hope for them that they experience that time goes slowly so that they can enjoy their Christmas trees and bright things each day.

In contrast, and as for me as I’ve grow older, it seems that holidays come and go so fast that it’s hardly worth the effort to drag the decorating stuff out before you have to put it back again.  I gave my holiday decorations to my girls for that and various reasons.

I know that I will be releasing even more items/things/stuff, giving more away since the new apartment will be even smaller than the old one that I had here.

Anyway, speaking of releasing, somehow I lost a few pounds recently and this time I hope to keep that going! I think I owe a thank you to the treadmill. 🙂 I am so grateful to be able to go to the gym.  I want to get back into swimming soon too–all these big plans.  LOL

Letting things go…  materially, emotionally and mentally!  And as Shakespeare wrote, “All’s well that ends well” and yet it is still debated if that play was a comedy or tragedy.  Perhaps, like all of our lives, both.

PS– oh, and that apartment house I mentioned… it’s an 11 (numerology).  But then there I go again; you’re right about those chickens Dad.  Yeah, I’m psychic and my intuition tells me things but it’s still better to take Dad’s advice.

Better put in another video.  🙂

Divine Timing and Being in the Right Place at the Right Time

Maybe it’s always been this way and when I was younger; I was just too busy to notice. It really got my attention the first time about 10 (or has it been 15?) years ago in Sedona, Arizona.  My sister and I had driven in from Phoenix and just as we entered town we saw a number of school busses lined up and parking and traffic being directed.  I rolled down the window and asked someone what was going on.  Pow Wow!  I had only one question, where do we park to board the bus to get there.  That Pow Wow was huge!

My christian sister wasn’t impressed, she mostly shopped in the little tent booths.  I was practically moved to tears hearing the drums and watching the dancing… in my head I kept saying over and over “My People” and tears welled up in my eyes.

I love when synchronistic things like being in the right place at the right time happens.

There is something within us that directs the timing of events and circumstances—I’m as sure as you are.  How many times have we been at the right place at exactly the right moment?  No accident.

It was Halloween and of course I knew when Halloween was, but without children at home anymore or even trick or treaters to come by (houses are too far apart on a single lane narrow mountain road), and with the distractions of my mind going in a thousand places at once half the time; I’d forgotten.

Suddenly, I look out and see it is going to be getting dark and I had not gone for my walk yet—“better get going, go NOW”.  So I laced up my shoes and out I go to walk in town and as I’m going along I see people across the way on the sidewalks and a bit of a crowd is forming and I wondered what is going on.  Usually there are not so many people in town.

I knew that the loop I walk will be taking me over that way and lo and behold when it did, I realized they were trick or treaters—that’s right, it’s Halloween! 

I had only walked one mile and I usually do three, so I kept going and before long the whole town had turned out and the sidewalks were full of children in costumes and even the parents were dressed too.  Small town, you know!  The merchants and the bank and the gas station and even the car wash people and the community clinic were handing out candy as the kids and their parents (and me) walked the town loop. It was fun to be out with the townspeople and as night started to fall the pumpkins everywhere were lit and it seemed to me to be perfect.  The crowd had built along with my walk—I arrived just in time.

Another night near Christmas time, the same sort of thing happened.  Now that I think of it, it happens when there’s a street dance too… something within me says, “Go now” and when I do, I see the perfect timing involved and smile and nod while feeling warm and happy inside.  The divine intelligence at work again!

I went for a walk late in the day that day and when I got toward town to start my little jaunt, I see there are about 5 cars lined up at the traffic light.  Huh?  Traffic?  We don’t have traffic around here!  I wonder what’s going on.

As I get closer to my destination, I ask and am told that the Christmas parade is about to start.  Really?  There it was again—perfect divine timing, at the right place at the right time. 

I got to do my walk while alongside the high school marching band (17 members with instruments and about 10 girls with flags), every fire truck in the township (all 5) and every bit of equipment the county owns—police cars and snow plows included.  Around here we have lots of 1950’s restored car shows, so they were all in the parade too.

You should have been there—even the local Roto-Rooter truck was decorated and pulling a wagon full of kids with elf hats throwing candy at the crowd.  Should we use the word crowd?  It was hard to know if there were more people in the parade than watching it, but I enjoyed it!

The point is that I’d have missed it if I hadn’t listened to that voice of intuition that says, “Go now.”

I’m pretty accustomed to following it and it helps me to be at the right place at the right time.

PS—sometimes it helps me not to be in the right place at the right time too.  Recently, I missed a phone call that it was definitely good to miss (it’s a long story and the details don’t matter).  Just believe me that it was good that I missed it, and it worked out in my favor that I did.  The circumstances around my missing the call were enough to prove to me, once again, that there is an intelligence that is metaphysical at work and it isn’t just pure simple dumb luck.  No one could convince me otherwise—not when I witness perfect, exact timing happening over and over and over again!  And you know exactly what I’m talking about–think back.