Pumpkins Galore

Letting Go.....

"The Parable of the Trapeze" by Danaan Parry

Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I'm either hanging on to a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments in my life, I'm hurtling across space in between trapeze bars.

Most of the time, I spend my life hanging on for dear life to my trapeze-bar-of-the-moment. It carries me along at a certain steady rate of swing and I have the feeling that I'm in control of my life.

I know most of the right questions and even some of the answers.

But every once in a while as I'm merrily (or even not-so-merrily) swinging along, I look out ahead of me into the distance and what do I see? I see another trapeze bar swinging toward me. It's empty and I know that this new trapeze bar has my name on it. It is my next step, my growth, my aliveness coming to get me. In my heart of hearts I know that, for me to grow, I must release my grip on this present, well-known bar and move to the new one.

Each time it happens to me I hope (no, I pray) that I won't have to let go of my old bar completely before I grab the new one. But I know that I must totally release my grasp on my old bar and, for some moment in time, I must hurtle across space before I can grab onto the new bar.

Each time, I am filled with terror. It doesn't matter that in all of my previous hurtles across the void of unknowing I have always made it. I am each time afraid that I will miss, that I will be crushed on unseen rocks in the bottomless chasm between bars. I do it anyway. Perhaps this is the essence of what the mystics call the faith experience. No guarantees, no net, no insurance policy, but you do it anyway because somehow to keep hanging on to that old bar is no longer on the list of alternatives.

Transforming my need to grab that new bar, any bar, is allowing myself to dwell in the only place where change really happens. It can be terrifying. It can also be enlightening in the true sense of the word. Hurtling through the void, I just may learn how to fly.

Melancholy Autumn

Mother Nature

This is the bark on a Birch tree trunk....
fabulous in it's casual design and color.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...
thanks to Mother Nature.

Autumn

O suns and skies
and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour,
October's bright blue weather.

Inspired

These are difficult times and I am comforted by this piece that I painted this summer.... the Holy Spirit "Dancing" ....
it makes me smile! The inspiration is from a Celtic blessing...."In the sunlight, watch the Holy Spirit dance....

Rabbit Rabbit, Tibbar Tibbar

Saying rabbit rabbit, tibbar tibbar as the first words you say, on the first day of each month....is supposed to bring you good luck for the rest of the month!

GOOD LUCK!