So Many Berthas…

BerthaOver the years… I’ve had people tell me that they wished… Bertha… would come and stay with them for a while… I’ve also had people tell me that they missed… Bertha’s… wisdom when I didn’t write for a while…

So… today… Bertha… said that I should remind everyone… that… everyone has their very own… Bertha… with them… every moment of every day…

That’s right… you may call her Maude or Millie… or call him Fred or Frank… but regardless of the name… each of us has a voice of inner wisdom… even if you don’t listen… it’s always there… and it’s always guiding you…

Bertha… says the funny part is… the less you listen… the quieter the voice… and the more you listen… the more clearly you can hear it… she says it’s kind of like developing a muscle… the more you use it… the stronger it gets… or in her case… the louder

Of course… even after all these years… and as loud as she talks… I don’t always hear her… especially when I’m determined to do things… my way… and I ignore those gut feelings… that sense of heaviness and that something just isn’t right… but I stomp my foot and do it anyway… even though by that time… Bertha… is doing her best rendition of the robot on Lost in Space… you remember… danger Will Robinson… danger Will Robinson… while I get captured by the Martians…

Thankfully… there are more times now that I do listen… I visit a friend on a hunch… just to find that they needed to talk… or that I did… I pass on an opportunity… then find out that it wasn’t as great as it was presented…

But… I have to say… I most enjoy… Bertha… when she is relating common, everyday things to my life in general… like when she showed me that a flower growing in the middle of my dry creek had to do with resilience after being tossed around by the winds of life…

Yes… those are the messages that I love… and she assures me… that Millie and Frank… have wonderful lessons for you… all you have to do… is get quiet enough to hear them whisper… and soon… they’ll they will be talking nonstop…

Jane…

Joy…Why Bother…

The other day…I’m loving that expression as I realize it’s the Southern version Jane Carrollof…once upon a time…I was cranky…and…I don’t mean just a little grumpy…I mean…a full blown…crabapple cranky…and I had the sour face and attitude to show for it…

Bertha…being…Bertha…let me crank for a while…before chiding me…

Now…let me explain…whenBertha…chides…she doesn’t call me stupid or anything like that…no…that’s my other inner voice…rather…she points out to me…that there’s probably a different way I can look at things…

So…as we went over the situation that had me so riled…she pointed out that I was allowing what was…bothering…someone else…to…bother…me…

And…she was absolutely right…how simple…why didn’t I realize that…yes…I had been dealing with someone who was bothered about something…and instead of stepping back…and letting them be bothered…I took it on…I embraced it…I claimed it…and…I became…itbothered

Looking back…it was so easy to see what had happened…but…I wanted foresight not just hindsight…so I asked…how do I keep from getting knee deep in the Tar Baby of bother again…

Of course…she was happy to ‘splain it to me…seems as though…the more I can keep myself in a place of…joy…the less susceptible I am to…bother

She then reminded me…that to stay in a place of joy…I needed to work on it…prayer…forgiveness…mediation…affirmation…and consciously looking for the joy around me…whether it is in nature…people…memes on Facebook…it doesn’t matter…there is at least a smidgen of joy wherever I am…

Hmmm…I really don’t enjoy being…bothered…so I think I’ll be looking for those smidgens of joy today…

Jane