Showing posts with label fairytales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairytales. Show all posts

Monday, January 13, 2020

What does a cat do when there are choices to be made?

Bast Says relax into it.  You know you have to eat. You have to sleep.  When those are taken care of you bath and take time to think.  Choices.  Play?  Nap? Plan the next hunt?  So easy.  Take opportunities when they come up. Step up.  Get it done.

That's pretty good advice.  People have to do a little more thinking.  Play? Nap? Plan?  Planning.  There's much more for humans to plan.  There are so many choices.  Which ones do I need to plan for first?  Do I have to do those simultaneously?  I'm getting carried away.  Wait.

First - take care of your own needs and any obligations you have promised to others.  Your word is important to keep.

Next - take time to play.  This is like putting money for yourself from your paycheck into a savings account first before you spend it on other things. Make time for something social and fun.

Then - those looming choices.  Taking opportunities when they arise is great advice.  Sometimes we have to start making opportunities. I take opportunities to work at expositions as often as possible.  I took the opportunity to teach classes with the local community education program but only one student signed up.  The classes were canceled.  Time to step up a bit more.  Look for other places to contact where one could hold gatherings or classes.  So many other things also need to be addressed whether you are trying to start new endeavors in your life or just live your best life.

What am I actually doing?  I am concentrating on taking care of me and doing my caregiver work as a way to avoid doing the work I truly want to do.   This is not what Bast means when she advises us to step up.  Certainly take care of yourself and perform your obligations as necessary.  But keep your eye on the hunt always.  How can you pounce on prey if you aren't concentrating and haven't planned ahead. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

 

"For every mortal in search of who and why he was born there is a conspiracy of witnesses who may not have been there at all.  A bit of the teller's dream of himself goes into every answer. There are always circumstances which are indiscernible, and the truth is in their shadow." 
Dorothy Salisbury Davis

"There are three sides to every story: your side, my side, and the truth. And no one is lying. Memories shared serve each differently."
Robert Evans

A BIT OF the tellers tale goes into each story. When we are telling stories we can’t help but put ourselves into it somewhere in one way or another. Whether it is as the cursed prince or princess or the one who comes to save the one who is cursed, or whether we are the witch who does the cursing, or the poor king and his wife who lose their children to the witch’s enchantment. Occasionally, we end up being the sentient animal – the wronged dragon or the sloth that comes to the rescue but is despised because it’s a sloth even though it’s saved everyone. In the end, we are always the hero of our own tale.

Here is an example:

Being totally irresponsible and childlike, I took his hand, ran out onto the new pavement where we stuffed tree and grass seeds into all the cracks.  Someday maybe a few of the seeds would start to grow, cracking the cement and giving new life to the earth. 

Rotten delinquents! They will ruin our walls and roads.

It is our story to tell and, in the end, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. We are the hero of our own story. We are the ones who have to save ourselves. We are the ones who in the end have to save the world or so we think. We are the ones who have to save our loved ones. We are the ones who have to defeat the embarrassment and uncomfortable or the dark evil of misconceptions and misinterpretations of our lives when we allow other people to tell our story. 

Are you telling your story or allowing others to tell it for you?