Follow the Flow…

This weekend…my bubbling rock…wasn’t…bubbling…in fact…it was…gurgling…and…gasping…which…it tends to do when it’s tank is empty…and…it gets empty every so often…usually when migrating birds have been through in large numbers…but…they hadn’t…and it had just rained…so…I found it a bit odd…

But…I got the watering can…and began to water it…it started a weak bubble with the first gallon…but…I knew it’s a large reservoir…so…I kept going back…after several trips…Bertha…mentioned…

Follow the flow of the water

I thought that was a little strange…I mean…the water bubbles out of the hole at the top of the rock…goes down the rock…then…back into the tank…still…my eyes…traced the flow…

And…interestingly…there was a clump of leaves at the base of the rock…instead of the water returning to the tank…it was hitting the leaves…and…flowing right over the edge…into the dry creek…

Since she had my attention…Bertha…took the opportunity…to tell me that it reminded her of my life…

In particular…she brought up…anger…reminding me…that when I am angry…quite often…the event…that on the surface appears to be the source…isn’t…

And…I should follow the flow of the anger…look…deep inside…and…see…where leaves have clumped…where…there’s a hurt that needs to be healed…

Then…do the work…clean out the junk…

She went on to say…that I should…mentally…thank the source of my anger…for helping me to heal…

Jane

Flowing Like a River…

Yesterday was a big anniversary day…thirty-six years since I graduated from nursing school…thirty-seven since my once husband and I got engaged…and it was also his niece’s birthday…happy birthday…Sweetie

I’m not sure why I remember those dates…after so many years…you’d think they would become fuzzy…but…they don’t…they were important enough at the time they occurred…to become permanently etched in my memory files…

I keep a lot of those dates…dates that are totally meaningless and forgotten by others…I like to keep hold of them…bring them back to visit every so often…and…usually the ones that I keep…are good memories…

Now…obviously…I can’t remember what happened each and every day since the beginning of me…and that’s one of the things that I love about journaling and blogging…I can look back…what was happening last year at this time…the year before…and before…

Sometimes…it’s frustrating…as I find I am still…stuck…struggling with the same…issues…the same bills…the same weight…the same relationships…

Bertha…points out…that although it seems that I’m still in the same place at times…I’m really not…I’ve changed…I’ve grown…it’s like a river…the water looks the same…but…it isn’t…it has rained…evaporation has taken place…the current has shifted things…children have splashed and played…and yet…it still looks the same…but…really…it’s not…there’s always movement…

Hmmm…not where I thought today’s blog was going…but that’s how it is with Bertha…I never know where it’s going…but…it gives me something to contemplate…and…next year…I can look back on today…and see what was going on…

Jane