“Weird has   a problem   ervyone  thought  he   was Weird,   becau    his Name  was   Weird.
The nxst   day    his Name  was   Prtty     eryone   love    him.”

As one may see, I have kept this art for many years close to my heart ~ faded only in colour, never in import. My daughter created this wisdom piece when barely 5 years old. I have treasured it always and only now have I been drawn to bring my deep connection to this masterpiece of insight into words.

According to the Dictionary, one may find the following origin and definitions of ‘weird’

Adjective:
• Involving or suggesting the supernatural (beyond the natural)
• Fantastic or bizarre
• Archaic, concerned with or controlling fate or destiny

A few who have had, or presently live these attributes, often called heretics may include: Christopher Columbus, Joan of Arc, Einstein, Amelia Earhart, Beethoven, Florence Nightingale, Gandhi, Stephen Spielberg, Martin Luther and Coretta King, Stephen Hawking and the Dali Lama.

I clearly remember when I first heard some people scoffing Oprah as ‘weird’ for believing she could branch out into the magazine and television arena. All pioneers, geniuses, visionaries may be considered ‘weird’ whenever they venture into questioning or challenge existing concepts of the time. Moving beyond the known into new possibilities sets one up for labelling, fostered by fear.

Einstein addressed this fear head on, telling us that:

A problem can never be solved from the level at which it was created.          

He also stated that imagination is more important than knowledge: a statement that challenges much of our civilized fast forward nations of today.

Having the courage to live one’s differences to ‘risk being weird, may come with a high price tag.  Living this truth, one may be criticized, ridiculed, ostracized and even killed. I remember Sonia Choquette saying that like her, we must be ready to stand in the face of a thousand people telling us we are crazy for simply following our natural inner knowing, our intuition that guides us through life.

WEIRD, in the art above looks happy, excited, friendly, welcoming, gutsy and ready for any new adventure that may come his way. WEIRD looks like someone I would love to have as a friend. In many ways he looks like me and several of my closest friends.

I have not known the artist to make anything look ‘Prtty’ just to please others. Her strong sense of self from her earliest years seems to have inherently guided her forward and I highly respect that quality in her.

When she was young child, I remember often awakening to her before 6:00 a.m. questions: ‘Mom, I’ve walked the dog, had my breakfast and done my art?  What can I do now?’ She was always excited about life and the next thing she could learn or explore.

She first taught me about sending double body language messages when I was concerned for her safety as she headed out to the road; she just stood there at 4 years old and said to me:

‘Don’t talk mad at me with a smile on your face’.

The one, who when I brought the gerbil cage in for her Show and Tell, immediately took it to her legally blind classmate so he could first see up close, touch and talk to them. Then she passed it around to the rest of the class.

Both the dog house and her bedroom shelf, she constructed from her own inner schema at 7 years of age. She sat in the garage rafters of our new single parent home, politely saying to the neighbour who offered to help us hoist the heavy 2 x 10’s into storage: ‘No thank you, we can do it ourselves’, when he offered to help us. I quietly smiled, since I already knew how she would respond to his offer.

Deciding to construct a dinosaur for her Science project in grade one, I was enlisted for library research that very day. During the month it took to complete the project according to her own stipulations, advice from her dad and me was all she required.  The principal later explained that the judges did not award her first prize, since they couldn’t believe she had done such a complex assignment yourself.

This didn’t appear to concern you since you knew and I knew, and also the principal knew her level of excellence. Her belief in her abilities and certainty of outcomes aligned with what today, we term the ‘Law of Attraction’… much like another definition of the word Weird from the dictionary that both surprised and excited me.

Weird: before 900; (n.) ME (northern form of wird) OE wyrd; akin to WORTH; moving into the miraculous.

Akin in my mind, to the solid belief she held and holds in her ability to achieve her visions and goals to this day.

I was reminded of this assurance again the other day in the bookstore, seeing a tiny three year old walking down the aisle toward the children’s section; her mother following behind. At one point her mom instructed, let’s go this way now. She responded never looking back, never wavering from her goal:

‘No, mama, I’m going this way. I have my own mind you know’.

I smiled at her mom; she smiled in return continuing to follow her wee one. I, the quietly championing watcher seeing not just her, but both my daughters at that age, all the while thinking to myself:

YOU GO GIRL~! 

In the words of Astrologer Jonathan Cainer:

At school, they teach us all to read, to write, to add numbers together and to behave ourselves. They give no classes in how to develop intuition – build deeper, more meaningful relationships – or even how to relax and enjoy life without feeling constantly pressured. No wonder our world is in such a state. We are urged to value achievement more than empathy and money more than love.

Life authentically lived invites us to own the so called ‘weird’ to honour uniqueness in ourselves and in our children: we are meant to ‘have our own minds’ so that the ever expanding, evolving world of new possibilities may grace our lives.

How might life change if people were to influence fate and destiny by owning  their authentic worth?

If the chosen definition of ‘weird’  were to mean moving beyond the natural’ or known, what might be possible if we joined in this together?

In closing, I return to Einstein:

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle or you can live as if everything is a miracle.

May your days be filled with peace and love, this holy season~    Linda

Precious Gifts From Our Children

Long ago and just the other day it seems, I was blessed to give birth to my beautiful daughter Holli, a gem who gratefully chose me as her mom.  From this wee being wisdom flowed freely.  Holli would give voice to things others would never notice, or at least never dare to express.     I loved and still love her ‘eyes wide open’ perspective on life.

When the children were young, I would take them all to our historical  village church and we would settle into the hard, old wooden pews. Holli, as a baby would be snuggled facing me, with her next older sister sitting facing forward, back to back with her.  On each side of us sat her oldest sister and her brother. As church service would pass, the children would play with my rings, hand and foot games or draw on paper produced from my purse. 

This particular Sunday Holli, who was four years old, wore her best dress with white leotards and black patent shoes. Over top, she wore her silver faux fur coat buttoned up the front.  Enhancing her attire was her radiant smile, huge blue, see into your soul eyes and her mass of curly blonde hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head. A charmer she was, absolutely.

We were pleased to see Reverend Sam Obal from Kenya was at our parish that day, assisting Reverend Tonks with communion.

Open hearted, the light of God shone from Sam’s face.

Holli seemed a bit restless during the service and was quietly walking the 3 feet of empty pew space beside us, all the while intently watching both Sam and Basil in their long white vestments. Finally she settled into the high backed corner of the pew, standing with her elbow resting on the aisle edge, where she had a splendid view of the proceedings.

It would be important for the reader to know that this particular church was still attended by the direct ancestors of the original  settlers, who had built the architecturally beautiful structure in the early 1800’s. Newcomers would soon learn to be certain that they sat in any place other than the particular pews invisibly labelled: ‘for direct descendants only’.

And then it happened.  Holli clearly and loudly interjected her question.
“Mom, are there two Gods in Church today?”

“Holli”, I whispered, I’ll tell you later.”  Snickers. You could feel the distracted rustling finally ebbing, as the church settled once more. Long pause. More observation.  More consternation.  I could sense her still pondering since Holli and I had always been so closely connected, even before her birth.

 “Please dear God, help her wait this one out”, I silently prayed.

“Well”, she finally proclaimed loudly to all: “If they aren’t two Gods, are they two ANGELS?”  That did it. The whole congregation bubbled with rolling laughter.

And yet the story is not complete.  When it came time for communion, Rev. Sam reached down and picked up Holli. The contrasting image of this 7 foot tall black man holding tiny blonde Holli in his hands, so that they were smiling face to face, is one I treasure, always.As it is written, like Mary in times of old, these things I keep deep in my heart.

May we be thankful for the clear seeing, free flowing thoughts and queries of children. For the insight, candidness and laughter they bring to our days.

May we remember the innocence of the child in us who longs to be free to ponder, to voice aloud unedited the deep wonderings of our heart. 

What might you try today in spontaneity  just  because  you have always wanted to? I invite you to take a risk. Trust in yourself.

Go For It Now~~~~

 

Believing in the wisdom of YOU ….blessings Linda

 Your Choice~

 ”One ship drives east, another west with the self-same winds that blow.            

       ‘Tis the set of the sails and not the gales which tells us the way to go.           

                   Like the waves of the sea are the waves of fate.

As we voyage along through life.             

   ‘Tis the set of the soul which decides the goal; and not the calm or the strife.”

~ELLA WHEELER WILCOX :  Creating A New Paradigm

American Poet & Journalist & Free Thinker
(November 5, 1850 ~ October 30, 1919)

“The art of being kind” was her religion, and she lived it every day of her  life.”

My Journal: the ‘raw unplugged’ … Lakeshore ~ AUG. 26th/09

“If the wind could blow my troubles away
Blow my troubles away…..”

I remember walking another beach years ago pleading, shouting these words into the raging storm flinging my arms skyward in supplication ~

Today – just whacked, wiped, trusting, living in the now ~ affirming ~moment by moment,
Knowing, conscious of, not in denial of all the lessons, challenges that are moving me forward to
creating the new      all of which I can alllllmossstttt ~~~~see~~~ on the horizon.

So, I am sitting at a picnic table~
First time hungry today ~ having eaten a Tim’s bagel, broccoli soup ~ watching the wind surfers.
Am feeling stronger more connected to the world around me and am now mostly my calm observer self again.                And knowing, I cannot STOP LETTING GO~ ……..letting go of stuff, things, relationships that no longer flow anymore, taking to goodwill store, garage sale-ing, gifting, recycling, repairing, restoring, refurbishing, passing it forward, giving, giving, giving, letttttting goooooooo~

Computer clearing, deleting, reorganizing, recreating, sorting, simplifying    on and on and on ~                          Cleaning, organizing cupboards, closets, drawers, cubbies, making space for the new~
                                   ~energy, ideas, people, love, gifts, abundance and prosperity in my mind, heart and  soul, home, work, relationships

I’m the CEO of LETTING GO!  Renewing, re-membering, transforming my life.

Letting go of residuals of hurt, sadness, fear, resistance, grudges, denial, confusion, disorganization,
I cant’s, don’ wannas, won’t works, of competition, of ‘better than me’s ~

The list of FEARS ~~~~ False Evidence Appearing as Real is endless~~~

Could build the Great wall of China, block by block if one chose to pile up the blocks of fear inculcated within us  by all that surrounds in this world……So many blocks, damn blocks~ invisible~

Invisible ghosts in the mind ~ so powerful~ overpowering~
when we ‘BELIEVE’ THEY ARENT’ THERE…they hold even more of our POWER.

GHOSTBUSTERS~ name of the movie~
Ironically most descriptively powerful when it’s MINDBUSTING that is needed.  
 

I AM THE CEO OF LETTING GO~ Flinging myself into the void of all possibilities….

END OF JOURNAL ENTRY…..

And then the windsurfer walks up to me and begins to tell me his story. “My wife and I came from Newfoundland 20 years ago for job interviews; I am a sail maker.    

 (I smile  as I hear my spirit laughing…..I always know when I am in for another butt kicking into the next shift….all from good intentions, of course~! )

“I had an interview in another city and then came here. The interview went well and then my wife and I went to explore the city. We found this windy bay, full of sailboats and windsurfers and decided this was where we were meant to be.  It has never been that windy since!  But we have been happy here, taking weeks or months off to windsurf at the best surfing places on the continent when the work is slower. Now we have bought property in a beautiful place up north, by the Great Lakes and  building our home on the water.   Amazing isn’t it how spirit gets us to where we are to be, I grin and he and his wife laugh with me.

“Then I say to him: It must take a lot of strength to wind surf.

“No he responded. Actually see that young woman over there in the striped top, the one who looks like the wind will blow her over. She is one of the best surfers in the club. She knows how to sense the wind, to bend and move with the waves the motion of the bay.

She moves so beautifully across the water, with no effort.

By now, I am grinning, sassing spirit, inwardly saying…. OKAY ALREADY… You know I ‘know’ this lesson, but obviously you’re taking me through a refresher course.

I AM TO BE LIKE A WINDSURFER~ letting go of  ’being strong, TRYING to make it work ~ I am to return to trusting, sensing, moving, flowing, riding the waves of life…..letting go, letting go with arms flung to the sky again,

welcoming the NEW, for the joy of the ride and highest call of my soul.

What might shift, arrive for you, if you should choose to let go~ perhaps of just one thing: the one right there ~ in your awareness?

 How might that change your life?

Come  join me, surfing along the waters of  life~!

When the ‘Creative’ is Everywhere….

“How come God doesn’t want you to see him Linda?” questioned my tiny but very wise friend, 3 year old Ronnie. I stopped painting the trim on the door and looked into his deep brown eyes, wise beyond his years.  Eyeball  to eyeball  he pierced my soul unblinkingly.

“Ummm, well Ronnie, that’s a good question. I’ll have to think about that one for a minute”, I responded. 

Looking back now, I know that I most likely missed a wonderful opportunity in my speechless state.  Often I would respond to a child’s question with:  “Well what do you think” and from that query, have received some amazing insights. 

Ronnie, son of my friends, had been in my life since his birth. However after his father died when he was the tender age of 2, he became part of our family day care. I held him close, day after day, as he sobbed from the depths of his being, now also separated  from his mother who needed to go back to work.  Over time, we became deeply connected, this tiny sage and me, as we shared in common a well of deep inner quietness and contemplation.   

From this place, Ronnie had posed an ageless philosophical question, debated across the ages. I am not certain I remember how I finally answered him. I do know that it resonated within me from a similar place of seeking.

Ronnie was the echoing voice, the mirror of my own searching: a construct I could share with few others at that time. 

How come God doesn’t want to be seen, Ronnie? From my awareness today, I would now respond to him in this manner.

‘Ronnie, I believe that God /dess,  Source, Great Spirit, Creator ( insert your own words for the universal life force energy) from a great sense of humour gave us a most precious gift by not showing us the ‘Divine I Am ’.  Seeing God would be too easy and you would miss all the really important stuff like how God sounds and feels and how God talks to you and loves you, always.

And you might be looking in only one direction ~ when God is here and there and in the sunshine and the trees and peoples smiles and splashy rain puddles, the dancing music notes, in puppy dog kisses and fairy forests and rainbows, in laughing dolphins and fuzzy warm blankets and ‘specially inside your beautiful heart.’

And I would say to him today:

‘And it’s important to know too, that  ’God’ is with you also  in the sad times, and the scary: always there in the dark and the light.  The ‘God’ source never changes, it’s only us who may choose to move away from the eternal light and love.

We are also then invited to see the wonder of all the universe, whatever that divine energy is called, through the eyes of our own heart and soul,  just like you did then as a small child, since one must be able to see deeply, to pose such an insightful question.’

For the Creator of all is found in all things. 

 Even in you and me, my precious one~!
 

Help us Divine All Knowing  to see clearly with wonder, like that of a child: to sense deeply your Presence always.  Open our hearts to the abundant  ‘awe~ someness’  of life that surrounds us, reflecting back to us the reverberating wonder and intrigue of our bounteous world.

What Do You See, when you search for the Creator ?

What do you Sense, Feel, Hear, Intuit?

How does this feed and nurture Your Spirit ?

Warm wishes as you journey ~  Linda