GryffinSong
Dear GS,
I seem to have lost whatever question you asked and so I asked a general question for you and drew a few objects out of the MoonBell pile. I arranged the items for you, mandala.
You got:
Center of the circle: A decorated christmas tree
Around the tree like flower petals:
a goddess with a broken arm
a Mexican man holding a sign that says We Are All Immigrants
a carved African mask
a cupcake with sprinkles, green frosting, a cherry on top
a dalmation dog
a pink sneaker
an aluminum can pull top
a metal disk that reads: 4. Give More
8 petals around one center
9 random objects
Thanks, Satori. A general is perfect.
the path is one of self love-sneaker. You go places. You do things. Your feet carry you around, like loyal puppies, like two little puppies you always bring with you.
The pink color, self love and care. This Wallk, the journey on the Wheel for this life is about your self care. I think you tend to get caught up in it sometimes. And no fooling, you know how to live. The cupcake is special. Looks creamy, frothy, gooey yummy. I think growth through self indulgent activities. Being able to perfect things seems to be a wonderful theme for you.
Aww, what sweet and wonderful imagery. I have journeyed far, and I've done it all for reasons of creativity, creating joy in my life, and in other ways attempting to take care of myself. And perfecting things. I love making little improvements in things until they're just so. I'll notice something a little bit off, even if it's just a mis-spelled word, or a seam that's slightly off, and I'll fix it. Little things. Making perfect. I like that. I like, too, that the pink is the color of breast cancer awareness, because of what comes next ...
And then the goddess broke her arm...
Whew, she sure did. Lots of trauma in the last few years, and interesting that the first two things you mention are an arm and feet. My feet are affected by the chemo. They're numb and sometimes tingly and painful. My feet, my traveling feet, my very foundation, has been shaken and damaged. And my arm. It's got lymphedema. A side affect of the surgeries. Heavy, numb, sometimes a little painful and tingly. Ug.
The broken armed goddess was a fimo creation. she only broke her arm recently when one of the kids broke it. I threw it out. Rescued it from the trash, and threw it out again. The child who broke her said, "I'm sorry Mamma. I didn't mean to break your lady. Please don't throw her away."
We Are all broken in some way right? So I took her out of the trash.
We lose faith with our bodies when they don't do what we want them to do, when they sag, when the face wrinkles and inside we are still smooth skinned and perky breasted and ready for adventure.
Yeah, you got that right!!! Let's not throw away a life just because it's a little battered. I will move forward in my pink shoes with my broken arm and my tingly toes. I'll make new adventures, and come to love this battered body as best I can.
So right next to her, the broken armed goddess, the Immigrant guy and the Give More disk. How much more? We all started out somewhere some time somehow as foreigners, which I find interesting.
I look at Give More and I think what can I give away each day so that I lighten the load. I don't need it. Can't take it with me. This swap is a funny thing. We didn't give it away because other things came back in...we recycled.
so what if every time we give something away other things come in, we are just forever and a day accepting things and then setting them free. Building energy receive give receive give...endlessly.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. And something I've gotten much better at as I've gotten older. Keeping the energy flowing. It came up recently in a discussion about keeping tarot decks that we don't click with. Some advocate keeping them just in case. Perhaps it'll click next year. I've moved into the strong feeling that I need to let that energy go to someone who will click with it now. Otherwise I've got stale not-clicking energy clinging to me. Same with clutter and the extra weight on my body. Those have been harder to let go of, but at least I'm aware and making strides (in my pink shoes!!!) in that direction.
And the Christmas tree. the end of the year....the final gifting and the final receiving. And then a new year starts and we do it all over again.
I sort of think...what do you give to yourself? What do you let go of? The pop top...what do you throw out...and what washes back up?
One woman's trash...is another woman's....treasure.
Lovely, simply lovely!!! And so appropos to what we're doing here in our swap. Thank you for these beautiful thoughts.
I didn't say anything about the mask.
I went over the layout again, I still had it on my board. I feel like you are on a sort of a walkabout. And it has two parts. The past and present.
Much of what you have thought of as your real life, or a life that was a little more real than now was when you were in your trailer and traveling. I don't know how to put this, but you were always find your way back to you.
Each person you met on the trail was like a mask of you, the essential you the you you dreamt you could be, the you you wanted to be.
Each person met, each mask revealed, each step taken, was taken in love. Each time you settled you became more whole.
So imagine a tornado, or a spiral. I like the funnel though. We are forever spiraling out away from ourselves and then back in again. We take out of ourselves gifts for the world things we don't need experiences we'd like to live over again, trips we want to have again, out and in. Just like the tide, the beach waters washing over us, tumbling our souls, smoothing us like the ocean or a river tumbles and smooths a stone.
The mask was the key.
I hope it makes more sense now.
Stunning imagery, Satori, and so poetically put!!! Absolutely gorgeous reading, and one that I'll be thinking about for awhile to come.
Thank you sweetie!!!