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It's absolutely gorgeous here today , about 23C and I'm still pottering around at home. Things take time. Everything, unless you happen to be rushing around in a frenzy, which I refuse to do. Instead I go from one thing to another , slowly , at snails pace , savouring and enjoying.

Spoke to the pidges first thing this morning about the racket they were making on my balcony practising their take-offs and landings and showing off. They have got quite fearless of me now, but there is still an ounce or two of respect. Mrs Pidge is silent and content to sit on her two newly laid eggs.

Spoke to depressed friend on the phone who was going to come round but then phoned to say that they were not up to it I think I might pop round on my way into town , just for a few minutes.

Rashid has invited me to the cinema. I think we're seeing " The Bucket List" nice comedy / drama - nothing too demanding.

Have also started to plan trip to Canterbury and the EFPP conference. Have booked 1 -11 August and will have to work out details of where to stay and who to decend upon later. Any offers ?

toodle pip

Could this be it ? Pidges flying debut approaches.
Mrs Pidge, far right , has just told the pidges to sit on the balcony rail and survey the roof tops of Sundbyberg. " It won't be long now, lads" , says Mrs Pidge. " Have a good look now .Preparedness is everything "

Sp they all stood there and looked ......

.. and Mrs Pidge decided to stand on the left to pose for this picture .

... and the lads stepped down onto more solid ground , while Mrs Pidge decided it was time to return to her newly laid eggs.
" All for today lads. Maybe tomorrow will be the day you flex your wings and fly over all the places you have seen today from this spot "

"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

Good stuff .. well worth reading.

The Bridge ~ Reminder #91
Not Guilty

Let not your heart be troubled

Perhaps one of the greatest challenges that faces the average person today is believing in their own self worth. From the time we were small children, our view of our highest light has been undermined. It's pretty easy to recall past experiences where we've been told that we were less than we thought we were or that we'd made a mistake. Our teachers, parents, peers, the TV, and all sorts of sources have, either consciously or unconsciously, talked us into limiting ourselves. Over a lifetime, our power was slowly but steadily stripped away from us. But now all of that is changing.

These teachings emphasize that you've never made a mistake. When the incident occurred where you thought you'd made a mistake, it wasn't until after the incident was over that you gleaned the knowledge from it. While the incident was still in progress, you were only operating on the basis of the best information that you had at the time. In truth, you couldn't have known any better and, therefore, there was no reason for you to beat yourself up about it. You were presented with a lesson, but no mistake was made.

Learning a lesson and making a mistake are two entirely different things. Lessons don't carry the same feelings as mistakes. There's no guilt attached to our lessons, but mistakes imply that we've done something wrong. Those who view life from a higher perspective know that they've never done anything wrong. Everything just happens and it doesn't serve us to place moral judgments on any events that occur in our lives. The concept of right and wrong is simply another illusion that doesn't exist for us unless we nourish it. We can choose to plead not guilty to all of the menacing should haves that charge us with wrongdoing. In our mind, we can assert that everything is all right regardless of what others may say, and, in doing so, we return to the innocence we were born with.

Each person is responsible for his or her own happiness. You needn't feel guilt or obligation in regard to other people. It isn't your fault if you inadvertantly made them unhappy. They are only relating to you according to their own past experiences and their own processes.

Truly, it is not someone else's decision as to whether you are a good or kind or loving person. If you and your soul intend to be good and kind and loving and gentle, and even if you are those things and others don't see it, it's their shortsightedness. It is not you.

My Intention for today is:

I Intend that I am always seeing myself in my highest light.

We encourage you to forward this message to your list of friends. If this message was sent to you from a friend, you can go to http://www.intenders.org to sign up free for The Intenders Bridge.

Had my first physiotherapy session today and the clinic is right across the road from where I live. How's that for convenient

Fredrik is nice and has done part of his training in Australia and part in the USA. Asked me a lot of questions and typed stuff into the computer, had me walking up and down the corridor, forwards, backwards and sideways; examined both my ankles, and gave me exercises to do x2 every day.

I have a sprained ankle and apparently do not walk on my feet as I should, heel , middle part of foot and ball of foot should all take the same amount of weight. Interesting what you learn. Fredrik also taught me how to bandage my ankle for maximum support. We are going to discuss footwear soon which should be interesting and , I fear , expensive Still , I am so grateful for this help. Hopefully all this will make it less likely for me to sprain my ankle again. My right leg is weaker due to a skiing injury and surgery 30 years ago.

I've come to realise that our bodies are precious " costumes " and need TLC attention and appreciation on a daily basis and not simply taken for granted.

It is supposed to help me with my on-line banking.
Seems like you are supposed to use this gadget together with your Visa card .
The buttons say LOGIN ...BUY ..... CODE ..... SIGN ..... C .... and OK
How exciting !!!
Must read the instruction booklet .... oh the joys of modern technology lol

Passport forms arrived along with detailed instructions. It's an expensive do getting a new passport; 1520 SEK plus 70 SEK for postage and 199 SEK for 4 photos , though you only need two and must be taken within the last month. Grand total : 1,789 SEK ( 145 GBP or 184 Euros ) but I'll save 70 kronor by going there in person ... or will I ... it might have to be sent from the UK
Passport photo was done in 5 minutes though

So now all that remains is for me to fill in the form , have someone countersign the form and photo stating that this is indeed a true likeness of Ms Mira whom I have known for X years and then take it to the British Embassy on Djurgården I can do that

I think we have just had our first day of real summer. The sun was hot and my arms got a bit of colour while having lunch with Lotta at a small restaurant overlooking the water on Strandvägen. There was a bit of drama too as the horse guards passed by. One of the horses threw its rider. *Gasp* as the other horses and riders started to become anxious and we could see that the riders had trouble controlling them. Fortunately the man wasn't hurt and was able to get back on his horse and the procession carried on its way.

It seriously looks like round two for The Pidges !! There are three pigeons on the balcony this evening , and none of them are making any tempt to fly away. She's looking all puffed up and I'm sure she's laying eggs otherwise she would have flown away .

The babies , looking very adult with only a trace of yellow baby feathers left on their heads can't fly yet and Mrs Pidge ain't budging !!

To be continued ........

Mrs P writes : I'm not sure why I am fascinated with the moon.
http://tylluanpenry.blog.co.uk/2008/05/27/the-moon-4228553

Me too , Mrs P . I am a true lunatic ... oh la bella luna !

My mum told me that if you slept in moonlight , you would become a slave of the moon. Perhaps it's true. I do moonbathe and challenge this thought often and I must admit to being enchanted.

To me, the moon is not just rock. She is a mysterious mirror. She is the Goddess with direct access to the deepest crevices of our minds and psyche; she knows our secret desires and longings. She shines on a landscape of elusive dreams and fearful imaginings. For us to face these head on,would sometimes be too powerful , so she reflects them cleverly as riddles. She is both ambiguous and enigmatic. She works together with the sun to illumimate and enlighten. The sun shines and she reflects.

Lilies and roses are her flowers.

The moon plays with waters everywhere and creates pools of forgetfullness when things get too much.

The goddess moon is also about fluctuation and confusion and is a patron of creativity and artistic thought; poetry, painting and music . She shines graciously on lovers everywhere. She is sensual, affectionate and tender.

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Today ... I discovered that I cannot blog on the balcony. The sun is too bright and I can't see the screen. Ah well.

Met my soul sisters G, J and L for dinner last night at Gunilla's new flat. I was the first to arrive a 6 pack of luxurious lambi loo paper under my arm and yummy carte d'or vanilla ice cream. that G had asked me to purchase as she'd not had time. Being a lady of leisure compared to my stressed out hardworking sister I was only too happy to oblige. Saved me having to go to the Systembolaget for a bottle of wine. I was given a big glass of very fine Italian red on arrival. Yum I was allowed to so a bit of chopping. Did you know that chunks of blood-grapefruit added to a leafy green salad add a special treat to the taste buds ?

Lena arrived from her island with a huge bouquet of lilacs and Jill with a fine bottle of Masi.

Baked salmon on a bed of leeks and spring onions and later topped with chevre with a huge leafy green salad, new potatoes and then Ice cream and fresh raspberries for dessert.

We are all very much strong-willed independent women with a need to assert ourselves and not become victims of circumstance. Big changes and challenges for each of us lie ahead and we need these nourishing meetings.As the sun illumines the moon and the stars, so let us illumine one another. The hours flew by - 7 pm - 12 am wooosh.. gone ! I hope we will meet again soon .

Keywords for the evening : Self-Management Leadership, Power, Authority, Integrity, Consciousness, Courage, Action,

I'm affirming :
I honour myself. I offer my light and service to the world.

*wicked laugh* sorry .......

...teee heee

awwwwww.. ...... I wonder if he knows ?

IMAGINATION / Anjan Sen

From the Kalpa began imagination
From the leaves of the Meghduta , a grey cloud
Floated down in front of us.
The Kalpadruma shuddered
Gold Silver dust kept falling
Diamonds coals mud kept falling
The eyelid flickered
One bird is flying become Bihag
A woodcutter was gathering wood from Kalpadruma

(TRANSLATED from Bengali by Amlan Dasgupta)

collected in TIN BISSE DIN RATRI (1987) , original title :kalpana
NOTES :
Kalpa=endlesstime ,fulfilment of desire , concept of creation and destruction.
Kalpadruma= kalpa-tree , Bihag = Indian evening melody (raga) ,Meghaduta

Anjan Sen / JOURNEY

Flowers bloom in the footsteps of one who goes
Pulluig away all attractions and burdens
And while going ,sweat stains the chosen path.
Flowers bloom , the journey becomes meaningful.
A flurry in the path of speech
Oblique attractions
Starled , one hesitates
And goes again
And in going words become fire and water
Earth and universe.
Speech continues
And the earthly rhythms of common speech
Become verses
Going .

1989(Translated from Bengali by Amlan Dsgupta ,Collected in Goudbochon Kothon Bisswa ,1993)

Anjan Sen / Flow

And flows goes on
Standing rock- deep in the holy river , the hibiscus sky
Where hast thou come O river
The flowing locks of the destroyer , in mountains
When the fire of the skies cool, water
Drenches the soilo and soothes the eyes
Life flows on through the rain,
And men discuss it as hope
And sing its praises
Call the river their mother,
Sing hymns
In their primal , magical belief
Sky rain mountain river water
Flowing

1989(Translated from Bengali by Amlan Dsgupta ,Collected in Goudbochon Kothon Bisswa ,1993

Anjan sent me these poems asking for feedback which I have given him and have been given permission to share them with you.

" Dear Mira ,I write in Bengali ,sometime I paint in tempara which is extension of my poems.,interested to know about your works. I am sending u 3 of my poems translated from Bengali ,just to have your reaction as a person of differtnt country/culture.
b/rgds, Anjan

Sorrow's family has left
Its rundown ancestral home
Heading down the path of poverty

The universe will be a village, my dear.

(”Translated by Jesse Knutson,)

Anjan Sen/ Shadow

The shadow shakes
The shadow's shadow floats
In the room on the edge of the river
Long long painted scrolls
The story comes in pieces and goes on
In the mind's long painted scroll
Long painted eyes a body in the eyes
But she's not at home
There's no speech, only speech's shadow
These images from words
All blessed illusion

( Translated by : Jesse Knutson

Anjan Sen / Cloud Form

The cloud went after a cloud;

Meghanåd also cried like a cloud when he was born;

The tired cloud rest on a mountain's breast.

A nervous yakßa said 'go and carry my news';

The cloud went stepping over the sky's undertow.

Seeing the black cloud

I thought of my dark K(R)ߪa...

Lady you got wet in the corner of the courtyard

And your dress oozes and oozes

Pitter patter pitter patter
I thought of my dark Kali...

On the cloud, my heart,
and on a tender stage, her frightening face sways.

The cloud forms and it transforms...

( Translated by Jesse Knutson ) "

I'll forward your comments to Anjan . Thank you

x

Dreamed about people from the past. Anita, Christina and Jonas.

Jonas had found an ingenious and strange method of cleaning a rug. He had it in a huge tub of water together with lard or grease of some sort Odd.. very odd.

Anita , Christina and I meet in Anita's flat and Christina suggests I go out to lunch with her. Anita tags on.

I think these dreams must be about my subpersonalities represented by these people. They are all parts of me and have been with me a long time. Only Christina is in my life now. We meet infrequently but our meetings are always heartfelt , meaningful and enjoyable.

Both Jonas and Anita are strong personalities but they wear masks , seduced by glamour and the material.

Jonas: generous, talented, skillful, mischievous, manipulating, controlling, possessive, jealous, charming,

Anita: Vain, in denial, one of a kind, sophisticated, eccentric, bitter, vengeful, talented, skillful, childlike, false, artificial, scared, achieves superficial success,stingy, controlling,manipulative, loyal,

Christina is a good mother, gayia, pioneer, compassionate,somewhat narcissistic, spiritual , religious, powerful, couragous, wise, caring,creative.

Christina is still a role model.
Hmmmmmmmmm food for thought there

Another bright and sunny day.
Woke up at 5 am , pondered awhile , and went back to sleep. I have been waking up at this hour a lot recently. This could evolve into a good habit; a regular 5 am meditation to greet the dawn as a way of starting the day.

LISTEN to the exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life, The very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the Varieties And Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is only a Vision;
But To-day well lived
Makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every To-morrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn.

You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.

You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.

I could hear them squeaking and squealing at feeding time early this morning . There is always a fuss when mum and dad Pidge arrive to feed their babies and it is fascinating to watch.

A few hours later, I found them huddled under the pink silk rag I'd placed in their box , but by the time I'd got my camera they'd sneaked around the back and froze , still as statues while their pic was being taken. " watch the birdie " I said .. but it didn't help.

I was on board tha Starship Enterprise , or something like it last night during my astral travels , that is.

In my dream last night I am on a spaceship, no aliens around though , it 's our lot and there's a military feel to it as this vehicle is functional and not aesthetic in any way.

There are grey tunnels and lifts and moving doors, ramps and roundabouts. I'm with a group of men , possibly scientists or military who are instructing me on how to get around in this vehicle. Moving around involves inserting red plastic chips in slots in the right order. If you get it right , you move up or down, right or straight on. Sometimes it feels scary when you end up in a corridor or floor where nothing works. What bothered me was the fast pace at which I was supposed to get the hang of things. The instructors were friendly and patient, but I felt stressed, under pressure.

At one point paper masks appear that you have to blow into to inflate them and they look like white balloons made of paper snowflakes.

No, I didn't eat cheese but I did watch the end of " Kill Bill " which was weird.
 

A plate of king Edwards, boiled , sliced sprinkled with herb salt and fried in virgin olive oil so that they are crispy and brown...especially the crumbs. Melt in the mouth goodness and yet so simple , washed down with a glass of Italian red wine .

I adore these simple pleasures and I am grateful.

X

The best argument you can make is no argument at all.

waste of energy. Simply create what you choose next.

--Neil Donald Walsch

My own take on this is that arguing with Life and " What IS " is pointless, whereas arguing with people can be cathartic and healing. It's one way of clearing the air of psychic pollution. Ventilating. Expressing. This is why we have bodies and emotions and we do not only exist in the mind. We are incarnated in form to feel and to experience in order to learn and grow in awareness and consciousness.

I do think some bi-focal vision is needed. On a transpersonal level I can see NDW's words are valid and true, but on the level of the personality , we do need to let off steam and bang our heads against a brick wall .....until we realise it is not necessary.

I keep getting distracted. Logged on an hour ago and have gone from one email , post and comment to another. The daily Einstein Quote on my Google page caught my eye :

"In the temple of science are many mansions, and various indeed are they that dwell therein and the motives that have led them thither."

I misread it though to " the temple of silence " had I read "science " I think I would have skipped it. .. that's the way my brain works

I'm getting quite good at not seeing ads too.. at least I think I am .. they are probably getting to me subconsciously.

I watched " Greys Anatomy " last night and noticed that commercials are also in the form of a trailer or mini story. That mysterious Ruby woman with the red eyes is in fact a TV or something , not a new TV series of film that is " coming to a cinema near you "

Bright and sunny today .. but still 13C

A party to go to and I early forgot too.
I thought it was next Friday.
This is what happens when people send out invitations weeks in advance.
May has whizzed by - it's almost June !

My passport expires in the middle of June which means passport photos need to be taken, forms requested and filled in, photos signed by a British person I think. They have all sorts of strange rules and requirements. I hope there will beno fingerprinting. Fees to be paid too. I need to do that now before the allergies strike - usually end of May beginning of June. Puffy red and sore eyes won't do.

I remember a lot of fuss at the Embassy years ago when the Prof was born. According to the Brits The Prof was " stateless " and the Swedes said " no such thing as stateless .. he's British " Mrs Peterson , at the Consular Section of the Embassy in Stockholm seemed to take great pleasure in stating that The Prof was illegitimate and a certain course of action needed to be taken : " I suggest you marry your husband , IMMEDIATELY " said Mrs Peterson, sternly. She had a reputation among the ex pats for being quite a battle axe , that woman , until I gave her the Prof to hold while I signed forms. Well ...she absolutely melted " he's got a nice smile " she said and as she started be charmed by the Prof

And so to bed , she said as she climbed on the magic roundabout ..night night blogland

Sometimes I wish my camera had more of magnifying zoom. Last night , I caught the moon rising. A big bright golden sphere - almost orange. I picked up my camera only to find the batteries dead The recharger takes only 15 minutes, but 5 minutes later the moon was behind clouds. 15 minutes later it was partly visible again and higher up. By the time it was fully visible it looked smaller, higher up in the sky and a mere blob on my camera screen. Imprinted in my mind , nevertheless

I've spent the morning researching Medicine Wheels, remembering our teacher mentioning their importance and connection to healing during the Psychosynthesis Psychopathology weekend.Life is cyclical , after all , and healing takes place within the circle. The circle is a powerful symbol.

" A Medicine Wheel is a physical manifestation of Spiritual energy. An outward expression of an internal dialogue. A mirror in which we can better SEE what is going on within us. It is a wheel of protection and enables us, and allows us, to gather surrounding energies into a focal point and to commune with Spirit, Self and Nature (ALL elemental forces)........Creation! "

Well said , Holding Rainbow Warrior Woman Read more here : http://www.spiritualnetwork.net/native/medicine_wheel.htm

My friend V, Curandera of the second degree , cast a medicine wheel for us in my home during her visit here four years ago. At that time the strongest position for me was the West which is attributed to water and the emotions

" Later adulthood the time of Fall, the time of the setting sun - twilight. The daylight fades and brings a new awareness in this time of gradual change. When the darkness comes we must look inward to find the light and have courage. To understand what we see in the darkness may not be real but only shadows.

This is the emotional part of ourselves, like the flowing water we must learn to go with the flow of life. The time of the West is when we learn that we are responsible to all things and to each other. It is the time to prepare, to finish things for the time of Winter is coming. We gather ourselves and family, working together to prepare for what is to come. As the place of emotions it is the place of family and love - of responsibility from our hearts because of the love. It is hard work and team efforts. Black symbolizes change from this life. "

Seems to fit well

Two weeks ago, during a medicine wheel experience , I experienced the directions as colours. West was red , north , blue , east , yellow while south was green which is not that same as the traditional colours. As with everything else in life , I trust my own experience as the right one for me so I see this as something I would like to explore more. The medicine wheel with its symbolism , rituals and relationship with the eco system is powerful energy medicine. Energy medicine is the healing medicine of the future. Vibration...frequency.....energy fields ... colours ..... auras..... will be interesting when science catches up with ancient wisdom and when the two will be integrated.

Exciting times we live in

The Prof brought me this figure from his travels around Asia: Thailand,Malaysia,Singapore and Borneo. He was away for two and a half months, on his own travelling around and making friends along the way. He posted this on to me . He'd been home for a few weeks when the parcel arrived. Unfortunately , the head had broken off , but it was fixed instantly with super glue

I'm not sure what it represents , but I like it very much.

They've started to cuddle up in the box that I set up for them. The weather has been very unpredictable lately , sunny one minute icy hail showers the next. They are looking more like pigeons every day. hardly any yellow down feathers left. I wonder when they will be ready to fly and how their parents will teach them or will they just do it by instinct.

That's wot I'm making for the first time.
Started off following the recipe and roasting the spices for 30 seconds and then 10 seconds as instructed , but soon discovered that without certain ingredients that I'd never heard of before ,( Swedish names too LOL ) there was little point in sticking to the recipe so started to improvise - adding a bit of sweeet here and salt there.

It started off with marinating the fish fillets in lemon juice and salt ( I used hoki ..very Indian I don't think ) and then rinsing them off.

Tastes good . The sauce looks yellow in the picture , but mine looks brown . Ah well .. it does taste good ... so I 'm off to enjoy

Heard the Pidges squealing , as is their wont during feeding time . They get all excited when mum and dad arrive. There is much fluttering of wings feathers flying. They were both huddled inside their box this morning. It has been chilly lately and I reckon they are feeling it.

It also rained and hailed just now and turned into a cloudy day after a cheerful sunny start.

The full moon Wesak energies knocked me out last night The moon was glorious, silver at first and then golden as it set around 3 am.

I dreamt frantically last night.It was a dream about searching , I think.

In the dream I visit my "Swedish parents "Ingrid and Willy , a couple who took me under their wing and included me in their family when I first came to Sweden. Ij the dream , Ingrid is dancing around happily and is looking young ,her hair still dark and curly. willy comes home with files and papers to do with work.I borrow an overhead transparency from his files and then return it to its place, but later it's not there any more. I look through all the papers , again and again trying desperately to find it , without success. It must be there somewhere - I just know it is- and I feel awful that it is missing.

At one point I realise this is a dream and think about changing it , but I can't since I have not learned to do that yet.

Also I have brought a friend with me ( B. from the 80s ) to their house and he is beginning to feel uncomfortable as we have simply popped by uninvited so he leaves and I have to find out about trains in order to get home.

Wesak meditation and dream messages are supposed to be important giving clues for our path in life. I wonder what I'll dream tonight

Burned incense
Meditated.
Gazed at the moon
Wrote but few words came
A sense of formlessness
Meditated
Fell asleep
The wesak moon looks glorious , pale gold, bright , strong
Meditation is what it is.
There is a part of me that expects something mindblowing to take place- instant enlightenment or something. Bright lights and elation. In a sense that is exactly what each moment is and it does not have to be in a certain way. Each moment IS and each moment is unique and perfect. This is the miracle.

" Allowing oneness with all that is "

Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Night night
May all sentient beings be well , happy and peaceful.

Pages are opening sort of half finished ... formless , sort of , if you know what I mean .. without layout. There must be a technical term for this .. I've seen it before Gremlins at work ?

In other news , The Prof and friend took away the glass top table and printer that the charity shop did not want. They will soon be in recycle heaven or in someone's home

TTFN .. I'm going to watch a contemporary fairytale on TV for an hour.

x

Managed to get a doctor's appointment today to check out my joints as I've been limping around like an old woman this past week or so. Turns out I have a sprained ankle and I'm to see a physiotherapist to build up muscles in right leg ,which is crook as result of skiing injury 30 years ago... ah those were the days ..... Past sins catching up on me Now wearing a support bandage on right foot to keep muscles in place and all is well. Healing continues

X

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life. –J. Krishnamurti

Happy Birthday, Sankara http://sankhara-meditation.blog.co.uk/ You are powerful beyond measure and your Light is shining brightly. Have fabulous "new year".

X

The moon was so very bright last night when I went to bed, which surprised me as it had been cloudy and wet all day. The silvery light had an strong eerie feel to it .. powerful. It' the second of the Wesak full moons tomorrow. Two full moons in Taurus. Blue moons. The energies are usually around two days before and two days after.

My dream last night was weird. I see a fishmonger throwing a sliver of fish to a gorgeous fluffy cat, but just as it as about to eat it , another cat steals it from fluffy pussycat and turns into a tall thin blond girl. This girl has just broken up with her boyfriend ( I see a note written in red letters sticking out from her bag ) and she is looking for another home to go to. She looks with pleading eyes asking me for my address , but a friend of mine is whispering in my ear not to give it to her.

Next to this girl is a big inflatable globe , which she deflates and turns it into a jacket ( !!! ) which she then puts on. " smart" I think to myself " I want one of those " and she goes off shopping.

I'm also supposed to go shopping for pearls , which is odd, because in waking life I don't like pearls. Anyway, I go into a shop and ask for a pound of pearls but they are all sold out. " Good" I say with somewhat relieved- "I don't like pearls and feel sorry for the oysters and the people who have to dive for them."

Now , as we approach noon , the sun is shining and there are fluffy white clouds in the sky. Still a bit chilly though ......

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him/( Her / It) to be. And whatever your labours and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

--- Max Ehrmann, 1927

A strömming burger ( fried baltic herring ) at Slussen

Mrs F spotted this falafel and kebab place hidden down an alley in Gamla Stan.

Falafel in pitabread with veggies , hummus, mint  yoghurt  dressing and tomato sauce.in the Old Town , Gamla Stan. Coffee and people watching from a cafe on the main square and then on to Slussen wher we visited the Stockholm Museum  and´went for a wander  around Söder ( south bank ) which is not familiar territory for me and at one point I admit to getting a bit lost . : Fortunately not for long though and soon we were back on track on our way back to Slussen and then the strömming place at  directly after after beer at a pub

In the evening our bcuk  trio  took me out for a lovely Thai meal . The Goddess was present tthat evening , working her magic. Tired but happy ,  I saw her face on my way home , .The last day  with my wonderful blogland  friends.

  They have started to go walk about ... just a little bit ... and are beginning to look like pigeonsNearly all their yellow baby feathers have gone. Mrs and Mrs Pidge pop by to feed them and then they squeak and chirp with delight, othersise , silent.

I added olive oil instead of a neutral oil.

ooooops spicy Indian Gaytri cake with olive oil ?

I don't think so

will have to make another one tomorrow

Night night !

It was sunny all day , but a lot lot cooler than the weekend. I don't mind .. so long as we have sun !

I'm getting all excited about meeting Meno tomorrow and the others on Wednesday ...oooooooooooo

Going to bake a chocolate truffle cake now toodle pip

X

Sleep ..I must sleep ... I'm all done in after an intensive weekend. We were all stuck indoors while the rest of Stockholm enjoyed the fantasic glöriously summery weather which is apparently going to be 10C again mid week

I'm sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you
I love you .. and will catch up with you all again soon :Wave:

..before I turn in
Today went better than I thought it would. I am grateful to my body for getting me there and helping me be present and focused.

One fringe benefit with helping out at these seminars is that we get a meals allowance which is fun for me as I don't often eat out. Today's meal of scampi friti, rice and salad was yummy.A glass of wine would have been great , but of course frowned upon while working.

LOVELY crescent moon again in the west

Now shower to wash off the day and then bed. Setting the alarm for 6:30

I saw the waxing crescent moon last night through the kitchen window. A beautiful silver crescent in a dark blue sky. Thought there was no point in taking a pic as the camera doesn't do her justice.

Decided to take it easy and get lots of sleep as I have this challenging weekend and visitors coming next week. I'm excited beyond belief

So, I won't be on line much these next few days and probably won't be replying to comments Sorry.

Hope you are all "Loving- What- Is " have a great weekend

A lovely sunny day, blue skies , sunshine , birdies tweeting away trees leafy and green,everything starting to bloom and explode... it's bloody marvellous

My throat feels as if has been sandblasted eyes watery .... damn these allergies ! It's two hours now since I woke up and the meds are beginning to kick in . Relief. I refuse to go under. I'm working this weekend too .. it happens .... assisting at a Psychosynthesis training weekend, Friday to Sunday and it's Psychopathology this time might as well get in the mood and spirit of things.

I am particularly excited about this weekend as this will be the third time I am with this group and teacher. They are now in their third and final year with only two more training weekends to go. Bless them.

3 days after that Meno arrives followed by Mr & Mrs S&F and Old Nick , plus my friend Marcia who used to live here will be in town and wants to meet. It's all happening at once. Ain't it always the way ? I'm so excited.

Breathing in ... breathing out ...and so enjoying this ride
Enjoy your day , everyone !

Out with the old , in with the new.Has to be done. It takes time getting rid of stuff. First there is the will to let go and then the desire to get rid of it properly. Some of it can be used and some of it chucked away and hopefully recycled, which means sorting out into glass, electronic, hard plastic, fabric , paper .. it's quite a task .

My hall is full of rubbish and stuff , some of it for the tip and some for the charity shop who've promised to come and pick it up on Friday morning. Mikael is coming around at 3 pm today after his dental appointment. I hope the dentist is kind to him.

I must keep reminding myself not to bring anything into my home that I don't need.

X

I've just been out on the balcony again and one of the parents is there covering the young pidges

They've eaten the sunflower seeds too.

All is well !

I can relax now

Where's Mr and Mrs Pidge?

The little ones have been on their own all day as far as I can tell.
It's getting late and there's no sign of the parents.
Where can they be ?
I hope they come soon.
The sun is setting and it's getting cold out there.
The little ones need their mum and dad to keep them warm.

So , tax returns have been handed in.
Glad that is done.

Bought two notebooks on the way home. They were on sale and greatly reduced. I have so many but I write a lot. Books for different purposes. One of favourite quotes , another is a journal, another for soul sister meetings, work ideas, odds and ends, etc etc .

Rearraged some furniture. I now have bookshelves right next to me , within easy reach .

Also phoned the charity shop. They will be coming to pick up several bags of stuff and the coffee table on Friday, if it isn't sold by then. I have an ad in the Swedish equivalent of Ebay. It's the first time I've done it - don't know what to expect. I'm crap at selling things- much rather give them away.

I have piles and piles of papers to sort through. Old letters , cards . I can't keep them all... have tgo bless them and let them go.

Well.. nearly midnight now. I still have to turn out my pockets and do the money spell. TTFN.... xxx

kaliyugashaktimama
05/05/08 @ 09:53

Hi Mira!

Yes! Meditate on Love today, in all its forms and how your life is filled with love, or how you would like more love to come into your life. Now's the time!

There is an astrologocical reason for it. The planets are with us

Read story here :

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=564101&in_page_id=1770

Noon is a magic time perfect time for mira mumbles

A sunny day , blue skies, a little chilly.
Today is the day we hand in our Tax Returns. They have to be in by midnight and many, including myself trot along to the Tax Office in town to hand in our tax forms personally. It's both a tradition and a sport as some people try to see if they can be last as the boxes close at midnight.

Last year , my camera was new and I took pictures. Maybe I'll take pics this year too.

I must also remember to turn out my pockets , it being the new moon and vaccuum tidy and dust the flat. Then I can also do my money spell

" money on the floor , money through the door " x 3 , standing outside the door and throwing coins in , letting them to roll and loand wherever they choose. They will not be moved until the full moon and hopefully will have brought in some extra cash.

Happy New Moon Day everyone xxx's

Happy Birthday dear Jake , happy birthday to you !

" realize that you create your own reality from every thought, word, and action. Rather than thinking analytically, explore your creative genius. Recognize the power of affirmations and the need to protect yourself from negative thoughts in the psychic atmosphere. Remember that \naming\ objects and people is a magical art. All names are composed of letters, and each letter carries a numerical and spiritual vibration. The abracadabras and open sesames of children's stories rekindle the magic of using words as mantrams of power, or phrases of enchantment. Keep in mind that once the genie is \out of the bottle,\ some danger of misusing power is always present. However, that danger can be transformed into a great adventure of consciousness and mental expansion. Let the light of innocence and imagination rekindle your passion for learning. "

( www.ishalerner.com )

Yeahhh ..have a very good day ... and good luck with the tatoo !

Happy Birthday dear Neil !

Here's a message from Mother Goose ;

"Open yourself to the birth potential within you. The primordial egg is hatching. New life and new beginnings are becoming actualized. Watch your dreams for clues about the future. Feel the abundance of life within your heart. Experience the joy of sensual touch. Let the healing powers of the plant kingdom work their magic within your mind and your etheric or energy body. Realize that each chakra or center within your etheric body is like an egg waiting to crack open and reveal its spiritual splendor. Mother Goose is the provider of a wealth of manifestation. She offers you an egg, whereiin lies the whole of your universe. "

Bless you as you work and play. May the Force be with you. Lots of love and hugs to you !

X

My second awesome discovery of the day is Tina Guo. What an amazing young woman. What an amazing sound ! I love the cello and I love what she does with it. Amazing ! www.tinaguo.com is her website .( i'm having trouble with links today )

www.tinaguo.com

"When I play my cello, I am completely pure, naked, and open. I long for the moments when my outer shell no longer matters. I hunger for every genuine tear of sorrow, joy, or understanding shared. When you can hear me for who I am, and see me in a way that doesn't involve looking at me, but rather looking through me, only then can I be satisfied.

When I play, I see ghosts. I am only aware of undiluted emotions manifesting; those that arise from the tribulations of life and of death, of the most beautiful love and the most heart wrenching grief. The same purity of feeling that has inspired every creator of art, of music; every human being that has ever dreamed of an ideal, lives in the flowing melodies. Expression through an abstract is blessed in its form to be free from the stains of reality.

When I make music, I rediscover my identity. Not a daughter, a sister, a lover, nor a friend, but only one soul connected to every other person that has walked the earth.

I ache to show you what is inside my heart. I ache to be understood. I ache for all of us to understand our humanity. I ache to tell the world an eternal story. Watch me, hear me pray in the only way I know how."

WOW !

bless

I was reading a long long email about DNA and Spiritual Science in which Tartini's Devil's Trill Sonata was mentioned as an example of hypercommunication. Here is a sample of the sonata along with the story of how it came into being.

The pop version with Vanessa Mae

From Wikipedia

"The Violin Sonata in G minor, more famously known as the Devil's Trill Sonata is a famous work for solo violin (with figured bass accompaniment) by Giuseppe Tartini (1692–1770), famous for being extremely technically demanding, even today.

The story behind "Devil's Trill" starts with a dream. Tartini allegedly told the French astronomer Jérôme Lalande that he dreamed that The Devil appeared to him and asked to be his servant. At the end of their lessons Tartini handed the devil his violin to test his skill—the devil immediately began to play with such virtuosity that Tartini felt his breath taken away. When the composer awoke he immediately jotted down the sonata, desperately trying to recapture what he had heard in the dream. It was successful with his audience; however, Tartini lamented that the piece was still far from what he had heard in his dream. What he had written was in his own words "so inferior to what [he] had heard, that if [he] could have subsisted on other means, [he] would have broken [his] violin and abandoned music forever."

I know now , why I rarely clean windows.
I just tried cleaning the kitchen windows and they look worse now than when I started.

That's it.
There's no way I'm doing t'oters

http://www.embedtube.com/uploads/33101407Realage.swf

click on link

http://www.embedtube.com/uploads/33101407Realage.swf

This made me laugh " Sit, be still, and listen , for you are drunk and we are at the edge of the roof." a status message on Facebook.

Prof and Johanna were around to pick up the Aloe Vera juice and then went off to the J's parents country place.

I'm in my Sanctuary today , pottering around.

Silence
Stillness speaks
Out of the unconscious the conscious is born

I'm following the teachings of my inner sanctuary as I potter around and " Every step is a prayer "

Dream last night was intense and illuminating. It's the sort that doesn't translate well into words. There's a circle of people or could be be souls, and I'm receiving messages telepathically .. a bit like having a conversation with " all that Is " . In the dream I also have a sense of being ONE with ALL THAT IS .. " this is what it feels like ... I am experiencing oneness " I think to myself in the dream. Right at the end I look down and see a patch of vomit ! Talk about going from the sublime to the ridiculous. Something was " spewed up " there Grounding.

In other news,

I'm feeling happy.
Lighthearted
Optimistic

LOTS I should could be doing , but I prefer to stay in Lala land for now

I think I stretched time this morning , or at least time stood still for a while. It happened between 6:50 and 6:55. I got such a lot done it that time ... it felt like 20 minutes. Weird.

:

Had to announce that , especially as it doesn't happen very often

Got up and got dressed at 6 am 'cos I felt like it

Listened to birds chirping away and the sound of morning stillness and silence.

No signs of life or activity outside yet - which is weird. I thought people got up early. Mind you , today is what is called a " sqeeze day " Yesterday, 1 May was a public holiday , so I expect many have made this Friday off thereby creating a long weekend.

THE INVITATION

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow.
If you have been opened by life's betrayals or
have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true,
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can live with failure, yours or mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the
silver of the full moon, "Yes!".

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you have to be alone with yourself,
Can you truly like the company you keep, in the empty moments?

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

Off to dreamland now. Friday tomorrow. I love Fridays. Swet dreams everyone

http://www.skansen.se/pages/?ID=221

MrsP was asking me about Valborg , Walpurgis night , and I remembered that these traditional holidays are celebrated at Skansen, Stockolms large open air museum .

Skansen is the oldest open-air museum in the world, founded in 1891 . It is located on the island of Djurgården, a royal park near the centre of Stockholm and is open every day of the year, except for Christmas Eve.

30 April is Valborg .. " Valborgsmässoafton " http://www.skansen.se/pages/?ID=195"> http://www.skansen.se/pages/?ID=195

I enjoyed the opera, despite the big fat smelly man next to me who happened to get the spare free ticket that Mikael returned because nobody we knew wanted it. This man had been passing by the opera on his way to Skansen and the Valborg celebrations there when he'd heard there was free ticket going. This chap had never been to the Opera before he told me and was open to the experience. I admire him for that. I listened, smiled and made polite noises as he shared this babbling away before the lights were dimmed and the performance started. I didn't want to encourage him, after all, we were going to be stuck there for the next 5 hours.

No sooner had the opera started than I noticed he was hunched forward in his seat. The man had nodded off ! The first act is long and slow moving and there are some quiet parts so his muffled snoring was heard much to the irritation of the people in front of him who kept nudging him to wake up, which he did without protest. I was turned away trying to focus on the music in every attempt to escape the smell of a sweaty unwashed body next to me. Believe me , it is not easy, feeling guilty about my own behaviour , after all , apart from the smell he was pleasant enough.

If everything happens for a reason , why ??? why this ??? " Love what is , Mira ...it's about loving what is " the voice of my Higher Self kept telling me. So, I spent the next 5 hours trying to make the most of it and loving this gift of an experience that had been sent my way.

Manage I did , because I must admit I wasn't aware of the smell most of the time. It was only when I was not completely focused on the music that it hit my nostrils with a vengeance. It was also hot up there on the balcony. I was among the first ones out during the intermissions, and the last one back. My seat was right on the end of a row so I could stretch my legs out into the aisle.

Anyway ... the scenography was great, everyone was in good voice and the ending was blissful. The leading violinist was playing a Stradavarius too . It was well worth sitting through all the uninteresting parts and I would go and see it again .. but not just yet .....