This is from A Thousand Names for Joy.
"I don't know what is best for me, or you, or the world. I don't try to impose my will on you or anyone else. I don't want to change you or improve you of convert you or help you or heal you. I just welcome things as they come and go. That's true love. The best way of leading people is to let them find their own way."
When the Blog idea came to me, I could envision me being in contact with other women who found themselves outside the normal category of society. Women who are in a place of either accepting their imperfections, their reality and learning how to live from there, or being a failure.
What I found, in my own experience, was that if you live from the spot of being imperfect, there are no rules to follow, no norm to measure up to, no yardstick to fall short of. Instead you are able to live life that is for you alone to decide if it works. Now this doesn't mean that I am a rebel, but rather I am a free spirit in a loving way to myself and mankind.
I would like to share my experiences of walking free of dysfunctional patterns, learning how to build up a new you, to the many wonderful Spiritual Authors who shed the Light upon the way.
I would like this blog to inspire confidence, free spirit, and self love for woman who are lost in a sea of dysfunction and abuse. I would like to be a voice of reason in their head full of madness.
To show them that Imperfection is Perfection. That it is impossible to strive to be someone else. That all your experiences, your life to this point is exactly as it should be. It is from this point that you can look back and learn from your past to make a future that is more to your inner desire.
There are no rules, except to be you. You do what you do, for reasons that are strictly your own to decide. It is the whole journey to go from being a free soul when we are born, to getting stuck in patterns of our childhood that hold on to us into adulthood, to one day stepping free again.
I want freedom, free will, and love, peace and joy for all. All who are stuck in a pattern of pain, hurt and without a sense of self. Other than the self that serves others, while leaving them empty inside.
We will see where this blog takes me….I am open to see what happens, to me and to all who participate in this.
Thanks in advance for your openness as we explore life as a Spiritual Being on a human journey….or how a Soul seeks to experience itself.
What is my imprint? My imprint has changed a million times over the years and it depends upon who you ask. Imprints seem to be like what kind of memories we leave behind, or feelings when others think of us. Our affect on other people could be our imprint on them. The imprint I leave behind on this planet, to my imprint I leave behind to my children, as well as the imprint left on my husband.
I am not driven by what imprint I leave behind, anymore than anyone else. I believe we all do our best in each moment and when we know better we do better, and then the imprint changes again.
There seems to be two sides of the imprint, what we feel we left behind and what others feel and that can be two entirely different feelings.
Are imprints like the residual affect of our choices, the aftermath of an action? I believe the imprints are out of our control. Imprints are decided on the side of the receiver, not on the side of giver.
So what is my imprint? Well that will depend upon who you ask…..and I love how I can just be myself and do what I love and not worry about my imprint, it isn't my job. My job is to bring my truthful self into each new moment, and when I leave, you will decide how that imprints on you, and off I go.
Freedom comes when you don't have a certain flavor of imprint, but just arriving and be in reality. How nice it is to know that imprints are not our job, at least not of ourselves. But maybe you want to remember others as you would like to be remembered, in understanding. Understanding that given that state, you too may have acted that way. Allow them free will, but get out of their way, knowing what their imprint will do for you, it may be best to walk away, asking for space.
We too have the freedom to receive others imprints or not. If all they have to offer us is pain, we can say no. And I welcome others to say no to me, for I know what it is like to have others imprints forced upon me. I only want to be with folks who can tolerate my imprint. Birds of a feather flock together.
Remembering Jack and Art. When we first moved to this house, our neighbors were a couple of bachelor brothers, Jack and Art. It is like they came with the house. They owned an old green Chevy pickup….one that had a wooden plank for the tailgate. Their home was without running water, and they made almost daily trips to the Spring on the corner, just beyond our property line. Our kids loved to hop in the back of the old Chevy and hand them their 'water jugs' one gallon milk containers, fighting to help them. Even though there were two brothers, usually only one would be in the truck at one time….rarely did you see the two of them together. The kids would see Jack and say "hi JackandArt….one word. Then the next time, Art would be driving, he too was called "JacknArt"! It actually took them awhile to know there were two of them….and for sure could not tell them apart.
The two brothers lived together in their family home, with very little changes up and until Jack had to be placed in a Nursing Home. It was then that both experienced great changes in their worlds.
Jack was now in a place that gave you three meals a day, running water, no more walks outside at night,and cable TV….He kicked back and allowed someone to take care of the details. Art, for the first time in 75 years had his own money. He was so excited to purchase food that he wanted, imagine HE could decide what he would eat! Art was living alone, he was a free man. He never had it so good! Imagine living 75 years and rarely making choices!
This past weekend Jack died. His obituary is not in the paper yet, so no details. It seems weird that neither one of them will not arrive at the house announcing we need to take them to the Doctors, or ask/tell Paul that their tractor tire needs fixing. One Christmas, Art ran out of fuel for heat,it was below zero, and being Christmas no way of getting fuel. We offered our couch, he gladly accepted. He arrived with his cardboard suitcase and a smile. We thought he would be uncomfortable in our home, but he took over a lazy-boy, the TV control….and seemed to feel right at home. He told us he would shut the lights when he went to sleep.
Neighbors like that are a dying breed. We can no longer assume that the folks who live closest to you will be there in times of need. JacknArt always felt that their emergency was ours, that their problem was ours. They didn't have the please and thank you down all the time, but we knew that by trusting us, we were treasured.
Their life long home was struck by lightening a few summers ago. The fire destroyed most of what they had. Art then lived in a couple of homes along the river, both offered to him so that he could remain on the river. He spent one winter in a 'old folks' home in Calumet, but he was bored. He had been so used to doing things for himself, he couldn't stand just sitting around. He died while gathering wood one winter morning a few years ago…near 80 years old.
You have to wonder how it is that you get stuck in the same spot for 75 plus years, and then by an event that is beyond your control, you are set into a place you never have been before! And then find out just what part of life you were missing. Jack lived in the lap of luxury, all needs taken care of. Art was able to be the captain of his ship. It isn't the size of the choice but the choice itself that is important.
JacknArt added flavor to our neighborhood. We are left wondering how this will now change our world. You can rest assured the new ones will not have such character. What imprint are you leaving in this world?
Good Morning. Today I complete my 9 days of mail delivery. I now know I am ready to work full time. It has been four and a half years of being home full time. So grateful to have had this block of time to unravel and reconnect.
If the Post Office isn't where I work full time, I will continue to play with quilts and fabric as well as turning some quilts into Prints and Cards. I would like a line of product representing the I M Perfect Lady. One that would bring smiles to the faces of women who find them selves losing the battle of perfect. I would like to inspire them to embrace their imperfections to make them perfect. And I would like to play around writing. Writing imperfectly in my own self-taught way, to share my experiences.
If you take the stand of Self -Taught, there are no rules to follow….you are free to create as you go along. And aren't we all self-taught in our own lives. No one has lived our exact life before us, to know what is best for us. So embrace the unknown, live from the inside, and follow what makes you come alive, knowing you are the creator of your life.
Being self taught you cannot fail, for no one but you knows what you are trying to achieve! Failure is not possible, for we just trying new options!
Thanks to my youngest daughter, the photographer, she has added my artwork on this site. Thanks honey!
Hi All. This is the first entry on my blog and my first blog. I think I am ready to leap out into the internet and see where this blog goes.
It is my intention to share on here my insights in self discovery…and my Quilted Art Works.
Today was a perfect Easter for me. My family was all together, we shared dinner and laughs and past memories. It is sunny and cool…..and now I have time to relax for a few hours.
It is my hope that this day begins a new and exciting adventure for me….one that will spread far and wide. The first day of I M perfect. Let's see where this goes. I am open to all possiblities.
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