It’s 1.15 am on a very, very early Sunday morning here as I write this. I didn’t think I would be posting a blog post, any time soon with all that’s going on right now, but…sometimes, life surprises you..or me 😉
oh beautiful, amazing life. With all its twists and turns, with its surprises that are sometimes good and sometimes not too good, jolting you from one phase to the next, causing upheavals in well laid plans only to teach us that sometimes you just gotta go with the flow and to remind us that plans are living, breathing things that should have the flexibility to shift, turn, expand and contract when it needs to.
So, for those of you who follow and/or visit the blog (not the same thing sometimes 😉 ), you may have noticed a little change. I took the leap and registered this site as a .com, so the web address is now anitashree.com . I did this about a week ago, I think. I’m not too sure, and I’m a little lazy to check my email to see exactly when I did..ha! Some things don’t change. I also registered another blog quite some time ago and named that mainlycoloursandmandalas .
A long over due post, a challenge posted by Linda from litebeing.com, “to celebrate our unique essence and energy, and to embrace our inner god and goddess”. It is called “Celebrate Your Magnificence Challenge”. I came across this blog challenge more than a month ago, 43 days ago to be exact. It was my first day back from an almost 3 year-long hiatus away from WordPress, and Linda’s blog was one of the first few I had visited, and this was the post I plonked on.
So, how does one start a blog post after disappearing from the face of the blogoshpere for so long…
Maybe a “Hello!” ? Or maybe a “Hi!”?
It’s been ages. More than a few ages I think. I don’t even know if those I called friends on here are still blogging or if they have left this space of sharing for good or even if they’ve taken some time off, like me.
I’m so hoping this post doesn’t come off sounding like a pity party for one. It’s not that I’m not prone for that but I’m tired of pity parties. It drains me and let me reiterate if you are confused, this isn’t a pity party.
I will be honest though, right at this moment my heart feels sad…a sense of heaviness and “they” say sometimes it’s a good thing to let the words flow as a sort of purging of negative feelings. Well this is it.
Quite some time ago, a friend of mine introduced me to this group called Body Without Organs (BWO). The name *does* sound a little off putting and one would wonder what sort of music a group called such would be a part of. Well…I was very pleasantly surprised 🙂
Just two days ago, I came across a song from them and…I fell in love with it.
As I type this there are another 3 days to Christmas. Sindy from bluebutterfliesandme came up with the idea of celebrating the season of Christmas by collaborating with some bloggers posting each day with whatever theme we wanted to.
Quote for today comes from the book, The Map: Finding the Magic and Meaning in the Story of your Life
We have read these, we have heard these spoken of, we sort of know this but how in the world are we to do this?!
It comes in a variety of ways but the gist of it is that we are beautiful beings of love and light, that when we love and have compassion for others, the vibrations radiate out like the ripples in a body of water touching others, lifting up the energies of those around us, affecting in a positive way our situations and the environment within our circumference and beyond.
Here’s the thing though, it’s one thing for me to know that I’m a being of light and love but quite another to actually feel any love for that particular moron who cuts right in front of me without using the indicator or those silly dare devils who drive through red lights, especially when my mind goes on a rampage of how inconsiderate and dangerous they are, doing that.
Or how about when I inadvertently come across an article on the atrocities going on in my country…Bible burning, raiding of Hindu temples, disregard and disrespect for all others in the name of safe guarding the Muslim faith and the like…on Facebook! (So much for not reading the newspapers or watching the news…there’s always my trusty Facebook! D’oh!) I mean, I get pissed off…and I don’t even have to read the full article, just the title with the little snippet that comes with it. HOW am I going to feel love and compassion for those who are clearly acting like playground bullies (and feel free to add other colourful words)…how?? how??? HOW?
Sometimes self-realizations come at the most peculiar times – well, unless we remind ourselves that any sort of realizations, self or otherwise, can come to us at any time. Even when one is staring at their reflection in the mirror while having a ciggie…in the bathroom.