Its an interesting time for me in the LACK OF WORDS. No philosophical examinations. Little interest in Meetings. Certainly none in Stepwork. It seems like I have entered an Oasis – walled and sacred . The opinions sparkle a little but only a little. Instincts seem to be ruling and responses I don’t expect. I feel as if I have regressed to a point I was at just before meeting Izzy. Quite a good place – but not as good as what then came. Within that is discontent. I can accept this as my life. Its comfortable and kindly – but I want more. More depth. More colour. More passion. More width. More meaning. More Beauty. More Love. More Security.
For the Moment, I am just grounding myself in what I do have. In the present beauty and love and meaning. From Little Things Big Things grow.
Today I went to the NA meeting and once again I did not enjoy it. It seems to me that we have lost the plot somewhat and become a reflection of a middle class western society. There is a Unity Day to be held and the charge is $10 per head inc children. I realised that I don’t fit amongst that attitude. That I don’t fit with the people who think that way.
That, then, is OK. I did Izzy’s funeral the way we believed in. With people bringing plates and Musos playing Music. I am not a capitalist. I see terrible things happening and they begin small. They begin with the first person who doesn’t come to a Unity Day because they don’t have the money. The first person who doesn’t eat lunch because they don’t have the money. It begins with the first one shamed into saying ” I am poor.”
And I do not have to be a part of it.
Next door comes to me with plates of beautifully cooked food and mow my lawns. We do not charge for our Meetings. This is NOT a business venture. For me, all that is asked is that I stay away and stay with my meetings and the people I value. BECAUSE I want the Rooms I am in to be places where the very most unmanageable, the Least and the Unloved are welcomed FREE OF CHARGE OR EXPECTATION. No wonder the Numbers are shrinking. We are losing our way.
I no longer have room to screw about in losing my way ! Marion told me years ago that the Path became narrower and the Fellow Travellers fewer and Bob Earle spoke of finding our own smaller Spiritual Family within the Bigger One. Time for more of that for me. No wonder there is such a huge change going on in the USA and no wonder the voices grow louder.
I am now quite content with the Evening.
I bought clothes and earrings from the Opshop. I chatted and pottered and watched the Kookaburras. The beans are growing very high and all is well here as I incubate. I am still in process of clearing away and adding new and changing my life around to fit . Its quiet. Its dark and peaceful. ALL IS FUNDAMENTALLY WELL.
AND FOR CONSIDERATION.
HARE KRISHNAS FEEDING THE POOR
New International Version
Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.
Isiah 55:1 New International Version
“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy drink and milk without money and without cost.
|20 Looking at his disciples, he said: “Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.
|21 Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.
|22 Blessed are you when people hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil
|23 “Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven