The Flower-The Fruit-The Seed

I am reading, Seven Stages On A Woman’s Journey of SpritRemember Who You Are by Linda Carroll. I picked it up at The Dragon and The Phoenix last weekend. I am only on page 27 and have already enjoyed it thoroughly. Linda talks about the Celtic tradition of describing the woman’s life cycle as “the flower (girl), the fruit (the mother), and the seed (the elder).” This is the first I’ve heard of this.

I’ve always heard, maiden, mother crone. Sounds kinda depressing – I like flower, fruit and seed much better!

I have also been praying recently to be more impacted by and impressed with the written word. I’ve always had a disdain for books-even though I love reading-I felt that they could not seriously impact a life. I’ve seen people close to me read the most thoughtful, spiritual and growth oriented books and receive nothing from them but intellectual knowledge. This is important but not where true life changing power comes from.

I felt that if I am ever to feel good about writing my book/s I must be at peace with and excited about the whole medium! So I found this tidbit that I read so much more tantalizing!

There are multiple books that I have gotten tons from but that I’ve only begun and never finished. I think that I will design my book specifically with this in mind! Maybe I can write the whole think summed up in 20 pages and then elaborate for the rest. I want to give value-even to those who don’t finish the book!

Body Fluid Clean Up Kit-Elementary School Memories

Today, I had the honor of accompanying my son on a school field trip as chaperon. I sat in the school bus and suddenly felt about 8 years old. Dorky, fat, out of place, social outcast, wrong. I didn’t want to sit up front, that is where the geeks sat (I should know) and in the back is where the cool kids sat and they bounce around a lot. I decided to play it safe and sit in the middle. Of course, nothing but a bunch of kinder gardeners having fun was happening on the bus-the rest was dusty memories coming out. I got motion sick so to avoid puking, I had to sit up front. How mortifying. Right behind the bus driver. Oh well-time to act like a grown up and pretend I didn’t care.

And then I observed something really funny-there is a kit, right next to the first aid kit, called the, “Body fluid cleanup kit“. I guess I’m not the only one who might puke-or get rid of other body fluids. The laughter broke the spell and I felt like me again and now I feel sad for the little girl who was so miserable and happy that I have come so far.

Thanx to my inner and outer Goddess for getting me here.