The Moon gate is an invitation to move into a sacred or contemplative space. Especially a moon gate that frames a garden which invites the guest to leave the busy, stressful outside world and segue into something calmer and more contemplative. It is perpetually open to everyone - not a selective doorway. The Moon gate often requires the guest to duck down a little or physically and purposefully step over the threshold into the garden. In Asia, they are a metaphor for a spiritual opening, leaving all else behind and entering an inner space. This double life a Moon gate offers reminds us to find a way to disconnect from time to time and journey inside to find the answers our heart has been wanting to know.
Death, loss, depression, anger, sadness, isolation,
revenge, Injustice .
How do you feel when you read those words? Do they touch places that bubble up old sadness and pain? Do you wish you hadn't even started reading?
Try the next set of words...
Happy faces, ice cream cones, butterflies, soft warm puppies, the comics, clowns, funny movies. How are you feeling now? Now that you have read all those words and formed a picture in your mind of all those lovely imagines? Read them again - how do you feel? Are you smiling? Getting in your car to buy ice cream? Common, admit it. You are smiling.
There is power in positive thinking! You are not a victim of your feelings, you create your feelings. If you need to, you can change your feelings - change your thoughts.
* * * Never Forget: Feelings follow Thoughts! * * *
This morning, just as the sun was coming up pink and golden on the horizon, I took my coffee out into the garden for a "walk about". For me it is a kind of meditation to check all the little plants and critters, pick a few weeds, smell the butterfly ginger in my neighbors yard and listen to the sounds of silent morning.
I saw in front of me two enormous webs, seemingly suspended in the air without any connection to the rest of the yard. They were "hovering" and the webs were parallel to one another as if built by friends who wanted to live close to one another. Like my close friend and neighbor Mary who took this photo.
The webs were covered with crystal dewdrops and looked like some fantasy world of Narnia. I know what happens to most of these little creatures in my neighborhood - they are destroyed as ugly and disgusting but I think this banana spider is beautiful. Where did she get that amazing outfit? She catches and nibbles on the little winged things that annoy me in the garden and feeds her babies and minds her own business.
My garden is filled with interesting characters because I don't use chemicals to kill them and the other things who live here like the butterflies and hummingbirds and snakes. We have found a way to peacefully co-exist, like the side-by-side webs in the pink morning sunrise.
I waited at the doctor's office for over two hours the other day and was happy that was all! What was I thinking? I still keep trying to win the lottery, but if I had to pick money over time - I would pick time. As one approaches any of those "special ages"....30, 40, 60 , 80...heck any of them, we are more acutely aware that the clock is ticking. My first grandchild, sweet and beautiful and funny is now twenty-two and has his own apartment. Where did that time go? Each of us bellyaches about how time is flying, but think about this...who is wasting that precious time against our will? If we allow a service provider to waste our time because they are so important, we are doing a disservice to ourselves. I'm just saying....I (we) have to quit complaining and let people know that we are on the slippery side of the slope and we won't be disrespected. I know that if my doctor had the President of the United States waiting in his lobby....wait, of course the President wouldn't have to wait. His time is important and so is he. Sure, things happen and we all get behind, but I know when I have an appointment for anything I am always 15-20 minutes early so I don't inconvenience the person I am meeting. Who are you waiting for? Why? What cha going to do about it? It was my intention to blog once a week about a special word. I got behind. I couldn't find the time. Next time. :)
Everyday we all struggle with words. (Well, maybe I exaggerate because I struggle and I think everyone else does) Anyone who is married, certainly knows what I mean. In fact if you have parents , siblings, friends, children or co-workers - anyone in your life, you struggle with words.
I called my husband the other day when I was at the grocery store and asked if we had any baked beans in the pantry. I thought I would make some chili for dinner. He put me on hold and left me alone for a long time so I knew he was taking this question very seriously. When he returned to the phone his answer was "no, we do not have any baked beans in the pantry."
"OK, well, I'll pick some up so I can make chili for dinner." End of story, you ask???
NO...it is not the end of the story. The story is about words. How do we communicate with one another without language. It is a deeply esoteric question. It taps into the very core of our understanding; of carrying on an intelligent conversation with another human being. I got home from the store with the can of beans and several other things and went to the pantry to get the other fixings for our meal. There on the shelf were cans of grilling beans, chili beans, brown sugar beans, and other kinds of beans. Naturally, I was quite indignant. I asked if we had any baked beans, for goodness sake.
"Well," said my husband totally innocent, "I read every label and none of them said baked beans. Thus, I answered you correctly.....there are no baked beans in the pantry."
See what I mean about language. One person's "grilling beans" is another person's "baked beans". I tell you, you have to be precise when asking these questions. It's all in the words.