Spiritual Business

Chaos

I am surrounded by chaos at the moment. I am trying to learn to live with it, particularly in the house. You see, I have a confession to make. I am a stress cleaner. At the moment it is messy and perhaps even dirty and besides ensuring basic hygenine standards are met, I am trying to learn to live with it.Does this mean I am not stressed? Hell no, but I am tired of the constant routine. Cleaning does nothing to relieve the worry.

I will get to it when I can, is my new mantra. So the idea of a 'Spring Clean' is not for me right now. I am recoining it, 'Spring Leave.'

I have decided housework is a futile excercise. Life is too short to stuff a mushroom, as Shirley Conran once said. It is done and then it needs to be done again.

Nothing lasts, impermanance is the answer, so say the Buddhist housecleaners.

Happy Spring for those in the Southern Hemisphere. Happy Autumn for those in the North.

Open your eyes

I have been on the hunt for a new desk. The desk I have been using was built for writers in Liliput Land and it never felt comfortable. It is pretty but not functional. Oak, a Victorian laldies writers desk with cute little cupboards on the side.

I have bid on a desk on Ebay and lost,  trawled antique stores and scoped online sites to no avail. This has been going on for months then yesterday I remembered the 100 year old jacaranda wood table. It is a refectory table, bought from the Camberwell Market fifteen years ago. Hidden in the shed by a few years of crap and shame, I rescued it and now it is my desk. I look forward to writing at it today.

My point? Often things are closer than you think.

Monday

People make me laugh. People are funny. When Masterchef was on, I would watch the live Twitter feed alongside the program. The feed made me laugh more than the food.

To prove my point I present you with Hungover Owls. Those of you who know me know I love me some Owls. They have a inherent smartarse look about them. This is now cemented with the captions below the images. I have other things I should be doing but instead I looked at this site and it made me laugh. Laughing is good. There should be more of it.

Happy Monday.

Fools

I have banged on enough over the years about Mercury Retrograde but there are rules we need to follow or be it at our own peril.

I wish Julia Gillard had a personal astrology advisor. They would have told her to never call an election during Mercury Retrograde. Astrologers have been saying it would be a hung parliament, just like the recent election in the UK during Mercury Retrograde. They also had a hung parliament. Fools, the lot of them.

The only highlight of my voting, which I knew was a useless exercise, was the cake stall run by the oldest people in the world. I love a cake stall, so I will take my chocolate cake, topped with walnuts and icing to Blessed's today to play with her and her family.

Happy Sunday.

Wednesday musings

Reading an article in the weekend papers about a woman who writes from home but struggles to stay focused as her duties as a mother/household organiser/wife call her.

Yesterday I did my household tasks so today I could be free to write but the linen closet calls me. It is the closet of shame, where you risk your life should you open it without your hand in front of your face.

So, I choose to ignore it. The problem with tidying up is that is it an endless task. It needs to be adhered to like a new babies routine. I am not great at routine. I abhor them actually. Never had a routine in my life. I am not one who puts my left foot in the shoe first, or washes my hair first before my body. I never even think of it.
People say to me, do you have a routine and sometimes I lie. Sure, I say.
No routine.

The day goes to quickly and I must write as much as I can in my solitary life before the duties of my shared life call me again.

Onwards.

Meanwhile, Blessed Seraph and Ram-Beau have a new cherub. A boy. A beautiful little boy. I cannot tell you what a treasure he is.

I am reminded of this Rumi poem.

"That's how you came here, like a star

without a name. Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights."

Happy days indeed.

F**k it

According to John Parkin, author of The F**K It Way, saying the words 'Fuck It' is powerful. "It's acupuncture for the mind," says John. "It sticks the needle in just the right place."

So today, I say it through the day. I suppose it's letting go of trying to control the uncontrollable. I can't make the clients pay faster. I can't make then sign off faster. I can't make then do shit, so fuck it.

I have a list of things I need to say Fuck It to-

- Making my book contract come through faster

- Having my house perfect

- Worrying about my weight and health

- Worrying about bills

- Worrying about family and friends

I realise as I write this I worry alot. Worry is early fear/stress/control.

I need not to worry. Things work out as they should.

I suppose saying Fuck It does not release you from personal responsibility. I will clean up the house a little today. Eat mindfully and go for a walk, chase some overdue money, call my Blessed and my sister to ensure they are ok but other than that I will let the rest fall as it may.

When I look back at the shit I have been thrown over the last few years, I see it worked out the way it was Meant. Somethings required greater thought and care but mostly things worked out the way they should. It will all be ok in the end and sometimes ok is good enough.

Fuck it.

New Moon in Leo

I love New Moons. so filled with hope and possibilities. Tomorrow we are blessed with a new one in Leo. A lovely quote from Kim Falconer's New Moon newsletter which i would like to share with you.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing. -Katherine Mansfield

True dat!

Happy New Moon to you and yours and may the sun shine again on your street soon.

Get ready

I hope I get to sign my publishing contract before August 20th. That is when Mercury goes backwards and god knows things can go haywire. Did you know there are more burgularies in a Mercury retro period? Blessed Seraph was robbed twice in once year in this backward time.

My advice, for what it's worth is to get your papers signed and your technology done before the 20th.

Meanwhile, I am wondering about storms. We had our share of storms and rain yesterday and I was gleefully watching the weather rader, practically willing a storm to come. Gandalf thinks it's the witch/showgirl in me that likes the magic of the sound and lights.

I might even agree.

Later.

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Moonies unite

My daughter wants to be a cult buster. Interesting. It's the Scorpio in her, they love secrets.

We recently watched a documentary called Leaving the Cult. We were fascinated by the members who have to go to a rehab facitlity to relearn everything they know away from the influence of the Kool Aid. In doco, three families had left a cult that was both frightening and alluring.

I felt the most sad for the mothers, who had been a taught a type of hellish corporal punishment was the best way to raise their small children. The pain of realisation on these womens faces as they came to understand their behavior cut deep.

What was  more interesting was how easily the little cult children forgave their mothers. Children want to love. That's what broke my heart, for they saw how the mothers were trying and they loved them for this. It is possible to change and children know this.

So the moon is full in Aquarius today. This is great time to rethink they way you do things. Aquarius is an air sign and so blue sky thinking comes easily to them. Let go of the edge and dive in. Let go of the view of the shore and see beyond it. Freedom and new lands await.

Menawhile, I am off on my own new adventure. Exciting times in my house but more on that later.

Hapy Monday, Moonies.