In the past week, I made some Orgonite, for the first time with the intention of being for my daughters.
It was beautiful, not as good qi as some, but soo proud was I…
2days later, take it to Sauna, to meditate, test it out…
Drop it, smash it, this took a whole day to make (along with a couple of others), but that day, at the Sauna I inspired, just a little, two women who were dry in their hopes, and I was able to laugh about it, after a moments utter anguish, there was no internal tightening as it‘s only a thing, the event was immediately transmuted into more good for us, because the sadness did not stick.
The second lady, needed positive direction, so my mind was trawling ways to explain her greatness, that she was selectively choosing to caste as her foe. As my mind focused on this, I got up forgetting the piece on my lap, which led to it smashing, but it was worth smashing, to help this lady, of course.
Kids, when showing them and apologising, said “Oh well, it still looks kind of cool”, bless them, and it does, you can touch its insides now. Maybe there was a message for me here as well, to keep these safer and more hidden? But, the inspiration it seemed to induce, forces me to post and risk them being public.
This is the path, to know the reason and impermanent nature of all things. The second women, showed the piece and explained it had just been made for my daughter, she was really upset in that moment, then as I laughed it off, it showed her as well, the message that every single moment is a chance for teaching/learning, reacting better next time.
In years before, this would have really upset me, if my kids did it, it would have upset me, and, I would have struggled not to chastise them, fuel the bondages.
Making this stuff, has given me such challenge with a desire to create perfection, all it can be is a pretty big deal, that previously has eaten away my merit, when inevitably they are not, that this was my first ever pieces for my daughters, and, both are just not good enough feeling, yet it caused little stickiness to the loss, was a growthful experience, one which did not upset my delicate autonomic balance, lead to any sorrow cascade.
Such a set of messages, and learnings, from a simple accident. It created a profound sense of joy, the day was very special, as soo many are lately.
These moments are happening around all of us, right now, it’s our challenge not to form bondage. The experiences for most all, are very harsh and abrasive right now, but you are fully equip to handle anything, having held my first daughter, dead, for the first time, I know this, now able to celebrate her bravery in teaching us, my dear first child Isla.
Isla, was perfect. She taught us how to survive, then, flourish with Arya. She needed no lesson herself.
Rewritten, as accidentally deleted original. Better worded, perhaps.