Truth of the Moment…

This morning…as I stood under…the lopside of the moon… BerthaJane Carrollwhispered…live your truth

She’s told me that before…every day…in fact…but…this morning it is different…today she is reminding me…that my truth changes all the time… it isn’t a Universal Truth…like the multiplication tables…so that once I learn it… all I have to do is…remember and keep going…

No…she says…it’s about honoring the truth of who I am…and what I need…in the moment…and…that changes…all the time…

Sometimes my truth is…to be social…sometimes…to be solitary…sometimes to be active…sometimes to rest…sometimes to work…sometimes to play…

In fact…she says…there is no absolute truth…except…to listen to my heart… because then…I will hear my truth…

Jane

I Call It Bertha…

If I had a nickel for every time someone has told me that they wished Bertha lived with them…well…I’d have at least fifteen cents…but…one of them was that sleazy guy down at the service station…so…that might not count…still…at least I’d have a dime…not that I could even make a phone call with it anymore…

Seriously…women have made that statement to me…and there are days when I’d love to say…here…take her…let her tell you what to do for a while…but…I don’t…because…in truth…I know…she’s already moved in…

She’s sneaky like that…

Or…at least she was with me…I was simply going about my business…trying to write a book about empty nest and self-discovery…when Bertha appeared on my doorstep…and changed my life…one thought at a time…

She didn’t lecture…not in the strictest sense of the word…which was a good thing…because I’d learned to block those out a long time ago…sorry Mama…I know you meant well…although…she would jump on a soapbox at the drop of a hat…showing me things from a new perspective…

Looking through Bertha’s eyes…negative events began to become learning experiences instead of the devastation they had once been…I began to pay more attention to my thoughts…and…if I didn’t…Bertha was there to remind me…you’re spending a lot of time thinking about this…is it what you really want…no…then why not think about what you do want

And…slowly…my life began to change…and…honestly…it still is…that’s the thing about it…it’s a process…not an event…

But…I have digressed…

To my friends who wish for Bertha to live with them…I can only say…she’s already there…she’s always been there…you just have to listen…she speaks very softly in the beginning…growing stronger as you give her your attention…

Now…some people call that…listening to their heart…or…their intuition…I just gave it a name…and a wardrobe…I call it…Bertha

Jane