I watched a movie on Friday night, The Celestine Prophecy...
poor quality acting, but the message is true...
if we try to control or dominate we are taking another's power (vampires),
but when we share energy (power) we create even more...
the sum is greater than the parts.
I decorated my mantles last evening...
I pruned some holly trees and evergreens and arranged them...
daughter #2 helped and told me that, "it looked like the forest threw up on the mantle".
I like it.
I wanted to share a Rumi poem with you.
I have been working on my final assignment, a personal reflection of my perceptions of social work...
this poem was shared with me years ago by a friend and kept coming back to me as I was writing.
Chickpea to Cook
~Jalaluddin Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
~Jalaluddin Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
A chickpea leaps almost over the rim
of the pot
where it’s being boiled.
where it’s being boiled.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The cook knocks him down with the
ladle.
“Don’t you try to jump out.
You think I’m torturing you.
I’m giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human being.
You think I’m torturing you.
I’m giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human being.
“Remember when you drank rain in
the garden.
That was for this.”
That was for this.”
Grace first. Sexual pleasure,
then a boiling new life begins,
and the Friend has something good to eat.
then a boiling new life begins,
and the Friend has something good to eat.
Eventually the chickpea
will say to the cook,
“Boil me some more.
Hit me with the skimming spoon.
I can’t do this by myself.
will say to the cook,
“Boil me some more.
Hit me with the skimming spoon.
I can’t do this by myself.
“I’m like an elephant that dreams
of gardens
back in Hindustan and doesn’t pay attention
to his driver. You’re my cook, my driver,
my way into existence. I love your cooking.”
back in Hindustan and doesn’t pay attention
to his driver. You’re my cook, my driver,
my way into existence. I love your cooking.”
The cook says,
“I was once like you,
fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.
“I was once like you,
fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.
“My animal soul grew powerful.
I controlled it with practices,
and boiled some more, and boiled
once beyond that,
and became your teacher.”
I controlled it with practices,
and boiled some more, and boiled
once beyond that,
and became your teacher.”
Maybe we are chickpeas boiling in the swamp???
Love and Blessings,
Maggie
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