Triumphant

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I dedicate this poem to my son, Mark.  I thank you for all the countless hours we have spent in long discussions of how you and I wait patiently for God’s divine guidance.  How we have spent time and again talking about “Man plans his way, God determines his steps”  I LOVE you so very much my dear son. 

As we sit in long-awaited anticipation
Surely the best virtue by far will be
patience rendered hopefully

Wait, we can hear so plainly now
That of course, clear as the bell
imagination, the answer will tell

Where has this come from?
Have we heard it before?
Will we desire it that much more?

Can it be our mind thoughtlessly
will play a trick we cannot see
For, truly if this is so

Solidly on rock-hard ground, not sand!
Firmly our feet in exaltation shall stand!
We will pronounce gladly our answer profound!

For, lo we will know
after all we have done
Triumphantly our patience has won!

©2015 Merriam Kathaleen

OH, THE LESSONS WE LEARN FROM JUST LIVING LIFE

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Oh, how I would like to write about this wonderful experience or that awesome one.  But, instead I’m going to write about how two days last week just when I thought that life couldn’t be any better the bottom sort of fell out.  My Gosh, life is pretty amazing.

The first day, all was going along merrily.  I was working on my post, “The Journey Of My Vintage Navajo Necklace Takes Me To Old Mesilla”.  Then all of a sudden my internet connection went dead.  I spent over an hour trying to figure out what was wrong with my computer when I finally gave up.  I don’t know why, but, when there is something wrong with my internet connection I always go into “fix-it” mode with my computer.  I usually go into this “fix-it” mode because invariably the problem is with a glitch in my computer.  So, of course this time I figured the problem was going to be computer related.  Nope, I was completely off base.  Everything that I tried to “fix” on my computer did not fix the problem.  Try as I might I just could not get a solid connection to the internet.  I finally gave up and shut down my computer and then I found out that it was not my computer that was having problems it was the ISP (internet service provider) that was offline.  At that point there was nothing I COULD do.

When it is my computer that is having the problem even with my limited technology ability I can usually figure out the problem and correct it so that I can continue on my computing way.  Only this time I wasn’t able to fix the problem, especially when I finally discovered the reason I was sans internet was due to the ISP being down.  The problem was completely out of my control and hands.  So, I had to resign myself to spending the rest of my afternoon without being able to do anything online.  At first, I was frustrated then as I realized that my being frustrated would not change the situation I R-E-L-A-X-E-D.  I gave over to the higher power.  I surrendered, relaxed, breathed deeply and had a very enjoyable and stress free rest of the afternoon.

That night as I looked back on my day it became very clear to me that if I had let my frustration about losing the internet run me I would have been miserable the rest of the day.  It also became very clear that I had lived an example of letting go and letting be and letting God.  I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.  For, just a silly experience of losing my internet became truly a further great eye-opening and heart-opening education for me in the greater understanding of surrendering and letting go.

The next opportunity I had in this letting go process was just a few days later when I walked into the kitchen and there on the floor was a puddle of water.  At first I thought one of the cats had peed on the floor.  I know the cats would not do that but that was the only explanation that made sense to me until something told me to investigate further.  No, it wasn’t because a kitty cat peed it was because the dishwasher had peed.  The dishwasher was leaking water all over the kitchen floor and the water was running into the family room like a rushing river.  Needless to say I sprung into action.  I grabbed paper towels to sop up the rushing water and to make a dam against the onslaught of the rushing dishwasher river.  (tile floors instead of carpet is definitely a lifesaver.)  With a paper towel dam in place I quickly dashed to the linen closet and grabbed big thick towels to take care of the standing water.

It was a good idea I got the thick big towels because the problem was not just a little leak.  Apparently, the water was not draining from the bottom of the dishwasher and it was seeping out through the dishwasher door.  I was happy I had figured out where the water was coming from.  The river on the kitchen and family room floor was sopped up by the towels and now I could turn my attention to bailing out the inside of the dishwasher.  As I was bailing it occurred to me the dishwasher had not been run for several days and the last time it was run it worked fine.

I first discovered the leak on the floor around 9:30 in the morning and by the time I sopped up the rushing river on the floor and bailed out the dishwasher it was close to noon.  But, I was happy because the water was gone.  Or so I thought.   Within an hour there was another river of rushing water on the floor and the water culprit was dripping as fast as it could from the unhappy dishwasher.  I had been smart and left dams of towels on the floor just “in case” the water came back.  I opened the dishwasher door and once again there was standing water inside.  I again sopped up the water from the kitchen and family room floors and bailed out the dishwasher.  By now it was past 3:00 in the afternoon.  I had spent almost my entire day wrestling with this leaking water problem that was continually coming back.  I realized I could sop up and bail but that was not going to stop the leaking problem.  I now called for help and by 5:00 the problem was stopped.

Ok, the leaking water problem was solved but, my entire day and especially my afternoon time I spend writing was gone.  My day had turned upside down.  As I was sopping up the river of leaking water earlier in the morning I said to myself “This is what happens in life.”  Yep, life is full of these little surprises.  You wake up thinking all is going ok and then, out of the blue (astrologically speaking this was definitely a Uranus happening moment.) a river of leaking water happens and the next thing you know is your whole day disappears from you as you sop up water and bail.  All I could do was laugh at the situation.  So, I laughed in between sopping, bailing and thinking about how this is what happens in life.  Yep, laughing certainly helped me to not go into frustration mode.  Laughing also helped me to realize this was yet another example of me needing to surrender. Because, once again, everything that happened was not as I had planned for my day.  After I took care of everything I could at last sit down and I treated myself to some yummy chocolate.  Ahhh!  Everything was now better.

There is nothing better than letting go and letting God and of course, not to mention, celebrating with yummy chocolate how I managed a chaotic day.

These two unexpected experiences have set the tone for me of relaxing into a stress free existence at least for now anyway and until the next “life happens” event comes along.

I Carry My Shade With Me

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I carry my shade with me?  What do I mean by that?  Well, simply put, as I walk around Las Cruces during my daily rounds I walk under the shade of my pink umbrella.  We are still in the throes of summer here in the southwest borderland and daily temps can get to the high 90’s.  The sun can be so hot that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk within seconds of the gooey mess landing.  What a visual!  Since I have that visual in my mind every day that I venture forth around town I realize I don’t want my skin to look like that fried egg.  Sunscreen is not real good for my sinuses.  My nose stuffs up every time I use sunscreen on my face, so, that means sunscreen is not a solution for me to keep my skin protected.

I was puzzled about what to do when one day I spied my umbrella.  I know, you might also agree with my first inclination which was to promptly speak out to myself and say.  “Are you kidding?”  “An umbrella is used when it rains!” “Not when it is sunshiny and in the 90’s.”  Then it hit me like a bolt of lightening.  After all, this is monsoon season and we do get lightening strikes and sometimes on a daily basis.  Therefore an idea hitting me like a bolt of lightening is quite appropriate.  There I was in my room having this discussion with myself when the “aha” moment hit me.  Of course I can use my rain umbrella for a sun umbrella.  I remember seeing the Asian women where I lived in San Jose, California carrying an umbrella for shade during the summers.  The summer temperatures in San Jose rarely rose above the mid- eighties so I myself never felt the need for a sun umbrella.  But here in Las Cruces, New Mexico it is a completely different story. Now every day, as I walk around town, I thank the women I saw in California for giving me the brilliant idea of my sun umbrella.  By the way, as I walk under the shade of my pink umbrella I am also prepared for the summer rain storm that can hit without warning.  We are in the monsoon season after all and now, I not only carry my shade with me I also carry my protection against any and all possible rain plops that may come my way.  Since I have been using my sun umbrella I have seen other brilliant women carrying their shade with them as well.  Hooray for our brilliance!!

I love metaphors and I just can’t let this metaphor go by the wayside.  I’ve been thinking that when we consciously live our lives on our Spiritual path then that is like carrying our shade with us during the hot summer days and carrying our rain plop protection during the rainy season.

Does Patiently Waiting Pay Off?

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Does Patience Pay off? I don’t know. What I do know is, while I have been waiting patiently for something to happen regarding a legal issue I am up to my eyeballs with some things about this issue took place these past three days that may have shaken the ground some.  Now my case may be moving forward faster then a locomotive. I don’t know this for sure, which means now I will have to sit patiently and wait to see what happens next.

Ahh yes!The patience angel is sitting on my shoulder and smiling. She is whispering in my ear “Let’s wait and see what happens now that you squarely landed the ball in THEIR court.”

What took place may also be a fantastic blessing coming to me along with a loving card signed by my friend the patience angel.

The Patience Angel

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The patience angel is with me again today.  She is whispering in my ear “Please wait and write a poem instead of writing your post on ‘From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses.’ ”

Something tells me that my muse and the patience angel are working together to guide my writing today.  To tell you the truth I’m not ready to write my post on the Crosses.  I need to do more research in order to get some facts down.  This may sound like procrastination, but, it really isn’t.  When my posts are strictly about my musings I can write directly about the subject at hand.  However, when my post includes musings as well as some structured facts then I have to spend time in the research mode and not just rely on creatively writing.  Hmmmmm. This sounds more and more like the collaboration of my muse and the patience angel to get me to slow down and “smell the roses” before I venture forth with my Crosses historical and current day tour dialogue.  And so I will follow my muse and the patience angel’s lead.  I will post the poem that unfolded this weekend in front of my mind.

THE PATIENCE ANGEL

There is an angel on my shoulder

She is always near and with me

both night and day

My constant companion

She brings me peace

She softens and guides

my every way

She teaches me

She leads me

to live my life from greed

The patience angel shows me

God won’t give what I want

God gives what I need

This gift is from above

and heaven sent

She whispers in my ear

If I’m smart and wise I will follow

these directions very closely

To live my life fully without any fear

©2014 Merriam Kathaleen

 

 

 

 

 

What Do We Do When The Universe Brings Us A Gift?

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Yesterday my friend Rosy and I went to the Mesilla Valley Mall.  Now as far as malls go this place can’t compare to the MALL in San Jose, California where I moved from or the MALLS in Jersey City, New Jersey where Rosy is from.  By the way Rosy lived across the bridge (yes, that bridge) from New York City, the city of stores, MALLS and SHOPPING!.  I am so sorry to say that the Messilla Valley Mall can’t hold a candle to San Jose’s two-story MALL with its 100s of stores and certainly shows no comparison at all to the shopping one has available in Jersey City and New York City.  The Mesilla Valley Mall is a shadow of the San Jose MALL and just a speck compared to what is found in New York City.

On my first visit to our Mesilla Valley Mall I kept looking for the second story.  No second story was to be found.  After meeting Rosy and her boyfriend Glenn I found out that they also looked for a second story and found none.  I guess you can take the person out of California or New Jersey but you can’t take the California or New Jersey MALLS out of the person.

Rosy and I both know that local Cruceans just think their mall is terrific.  Rosy and I think it leaves a lot to be desired, but, we still go there and check out the stores.  Though neither of us can really call it a mall we are grateful it is here, especially on these very hot summer days when the mall provides us a cooling place to hang out.  Besides, since there IS no downtown in Las Cruces to speak of (I will be saying more about NO downtown in a future post) Rosy and I have no choice but to go to the Mesilla Valley Mall when we get an urge to go shopping and to spend time where the temperature is cooler.

There we were taking our typical stroll through the mall when Rosy decided she wanted to stop in a hair salon to see about getting a conditioning treatment for her curly hair.  As we walked toward the salon we were stopped by a kiosk person who was giving out hair straightening treatments for free as long as you were willing to hear a speal about their $300.00 hair straightener.  Actually, the young woman definitely caught our attention and Rosy said yes.  For 20 minutes she was treated to not only a hair straightening treatment, the iron the young woman used conditioned Rosy’s hair as well.  As I stood watching Rosy enjoying the treatment I was marveling at what happened. Rosy and I were walking toward a salon where she would probably end up spending a lot of her hard-earned money on a conditioning treatment when this young woman appeared out of nowhere to offer Rosy not only a hair straightening treatment but a conditioning treatment along with a relaxing time, all for free.  The Universe had definitely given Rosy a wonderful gift.  I could see how Rosy showed her gratitude by accepting this gift.  I had the opportunity to see all of this happen right in front of me and Rosy and I had the blessing of sharing this beautiful experience with each other.  We continued walking through the mall and shared quite a conversation about this blessing.  I shared with Rosy my perspective and she shared with me her perspective as we talked about the way the Universe opens up to our needs when we are open to receive what the Universe gifts us.

I thank the Universe for the gift I have received of Rosy and Glenn’s friendship.

His KARMA (CARMA) Will Get Him

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Today I finally went to the Las Cruces Police Department to file a report about the jerk in the car who stopped and made lewd remarks to me last Monday 6/30/14 (See Tuesday 7/1/14 “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post)

My angels were with me as I walked into the police department.  The policewoman who took a report from me on 6/13/14 about a similar situation but with a different jerk was at the reporting window today.  I was not looking forward to making another report only because I was concerned about the police thinking I’m making this up.  After all this was my second report in less than 30 days.  I was completely wrong about this nagging worry.  The policewoman remembered me and she was as compassionate as the first time I made a report.  She told me she did not think I was making this up and was quite concerned for my safety if another situation happens.  She told me that it is best that I say nothing and just continue walking while I ignore the man.  I am sure this is very sound advice and I will take it to heart.

I am pleased that I followed through and walked myself over to the police department to file the report.  This is now behind me and I can move on in my life.  In order to move on I feel that I must tie up the loose ends that are dangling in front of me.  As I walked out of the police department I realized there is no way the police will be able to do anything about this jerk and that the report is really about getting the incident on the record, nothing else.  I also realized that if there is to be any action against this jerk it would come through his KARMA (Carma).  I said to myself I guess his KARMA (Carma) will get him.

 

Crying May Be The Answer But Maybe Not Today

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I thought I was going to cry about the situation of the jerk who made a lewd proposal to me as I was walking on Monday.  (See my “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post)  I haven’t cried as yet.  I’m not saying I won’t, I’m just saying the strong feeling has not taken over me right now.  Instead, the skies opened up and poured down much needed rain on us here in sun-parched Las Cruces.  I guess nature decided to cry for me while I build up to the emotional release I need.  Nature got quite emotional and handed us large quarter-sized rain plops that dropped on us for about twenty minutes.  This is monsoon season here in Southwest New Mexico.  The result of a monsoon is large rain plops the size of nickles that rapidly grow to the size of quarters drenching everything in site for a torrential 15 to 20 minutes.  The torrent is so raging that the plops hit the parched ground and have no where to go but run off in rivers of rushing water.  For some reason the plops do not soak into the ground they just hit it viciously and collect into a rushing mound of H2O that is pushed and shoved by supremely heavy gusts of wind.  Yep, that is our monsoon.  Try walking in it and carrying an umbrella over your head to keep you dry.  It doesn’t work.  You have an umbrella that turns inside out and you get drenched, soaked and dripping wet.  At least the temperature is hot, like about 98 degrees, and as soon as the monsoon plops stop you start drying out.  My dripping clothes dry within 20 minutes as I continue walking.  The one thing I have come to realize I have to look out for is the lightning and of course it is important to watch out for the flash flooding. (I have only lived here in Las Cruces for about two years and I am still getting used to our weather tantrums)  Such is the daily experience of our rainy season.  I guess with all this water pouring out of the sky, the heavy gusts of wind, the fingers of lightning looking like they are ready to strike the earth in a firey blast, it is no wonder I won’t be crying for a day or two.  Nature seems to have shown all the emotions I was feeling.

Back to the jerk who propositioned me from his car as he drove past me on Monday while I was walking to the store.  I did not go to the police station today to file a report about the incident.  I had intended to go there this afternoon but instead I walked to the Pic Quik to cash in the winning scratch off ticket my roommate gave me.  Guess What?  The scratch off ticket was not a winner.  While I was there I decided to buy my on $1 scratch off ticket.  I felt I needed to buy the Lucky 7’s ticket and when I asked the clerk who I have come to know what ticket he thought I should buy he also said the Lucky 7’s.  That was it.  My intuition and his intuition combined gave me a winning ticket.  I won $7 by scratching off 3 7’s in a row.  I then decided to buy a Power Ball ticket even though I did not win last week.  Don’t get me wrong I don’t go crazy over the Lottery.  It’s just that years ago I decided to use my own #’s and buy Power Ball and Mega Millions tickets once or twice a week.  I buy the tickets weekly for about a year or two and then I stop for a month or two before I buy again.  Is this a winning strategy?  I don’t know, but, it works for me.  I get to rest my frustration at not winning and then I start up again fresh and ready to go.  Besides you can’t win if you don’t play.  Come to think about it that is a great metaphor for life.

Where The Heck Did That Come From?

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Today is the first of July and this is only my second post.  Hmmmm!  Too bad the date isn’t the second of July, then my second post would be on the second.  Sorry, numbers and their significance hit me like this.  That said, I will now get back to my original reason for writing this post.

This is the month in the USA we celebrate our Independence.  This Friday, July 4th, is our big day of picnics and fireworks.  I have always treasured this day of celebration because of everything I learned in school about how our forefathers fought for our country’s independence.  Even though I realize that not everything I was taught in school about our forefathers may not be the actual truth I still get goose bumps knowing that in some way our country does stand for liberty and justice for all.  At least some of our forefathers gave their lives fighting for this liberty and for that I am eternally grateful.  At this point I will say that as we all eat lots of food at our picnics, enjoy the parades and thrill at the fireworks I hope that we all in the USA can think about ways we in our country can get back the strong purpose our forefathers fought for.  Precisely what I mean is that we in our country need to make sure that there is liberty and justice for everyone who lives in the USA.  This feeling of equality for some and not for everyone really has to stop.  That is all I will say about this at this time, but, I will share my thoughts on this further in a future post.  Right now I am going to return to the real reason for this post.

Yesterday I wrote about the blessings and challenges that come my way as I walk my daily path.  Well, little did I know that after writing my post I would face a great challenge.  The challenge that came out of the blue was a test for my passion about independence.  As I sit here today writing about it I have a greater sense of perspective of the situation that threw itself at me.

I like to walk, in fact, I am a pedestrian.  I gave up my car almost three years ago because of my concern for the environment.  I do take the bus, but, most of the time my main mode of transportation is walking.  in fact, I love to walk.  Walking is not only great exercise for the body it is great exercise for the mind.  I do most of my thinking things through as I walk.  I also can commune with nature more easily when I am travelling by my feet.  The plants, flowers, birds and insects I see every day are amazing additions to my daily journey.  The palette of colors I see thrill my senses.

Yesterday was no exception.  As I walked to the store I was thinking about my blog and what I will be writing about.  Out of the blue a car drove by me and the man driving the car called out to me and started to talk to me lewdly.  In fact, he made a very indecent proposal.  I immediately yelled at him to leave me alone and to get the H— away from me or I would spray him with mace and call the cops.  He immediately drove away, but, not before I got his license # and the make of the car.  I’m not stupid.  I know that a woman walking alone can be a target and that is why I carry mace.  No, I am not stupid, I am however very independent and I like my freedom.  I do not want to feel that I can’t walk around Las Cruces because some jerk decides I am a perfect target for harassing.  I as a human being have the right to my freedom and I as a woman who walks as my mode of transportation has the right to walk free of any harassment.  In honor of my freedom I will be filing a police report against this jerk (and yes, he is a jerk because of his stupid actions against me and any other woman he harasses). I am filing this police report on behalf of my freedom and the freedom of all oppressed people.  Yes, I am passionate about this!!!!!

Yes, I am passionate about what happened to me yesterday and I am very emotional as well.  I feel like I am going to cry about this for hours and I probably will.  I also want to address the “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” feeling.  In astrology this is an out of the blue happening that is typical of Uranus, the planet that shoves us un-expectantly, found in the sign of Aries, rushing us headlong into things and situations in a fiery way of impulsive actions.  Ok, my experience yesterday is a prime example of Uranus in Aries action and guess what?  My filing a police report against this jerk is just the right Uranus in Aries action in return.  Does that make me feel any better about all of this?  Not really, but, it certainly helps me gain back my sense of freedom and hopefully by tomorrow I will be feeling better about that.  For now I just want to take a deep breath, feel my freedom and go cry my eyes out.

HERE I GO!

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HERE I GO!

This is my first musing.  10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Blast off!

Today is June 30, 2014.  Tomorrow starts July and we are definitely heading further into summer, in fact, we really only have the new month of July and then August.  Is it just me or does it seem like summertime is virtually flying by? Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.  Especially when I see the months filling up fast.  Other times it seems as though the days just dra-a-a-a-a-g on.  I think this dragging on experience hits me most when I am wide awake and aware that I am on my Spiritual path.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to be on my Spiritual path.  I find blessings and challenges as I walk this path.  The blessings are grrrr-e-a-t!!!!  They help make my journey smooth. It’s the challenges that come along with the blessings that cause me to stumble and sometimes cause me to lose sight of my path.  With the blessings my journey seems quick and effortless and I get how important it is to daily walk my Spiritual path.  With the challenges that come my way, Oh My Gosh, I find myself screaming “why is my path so bleaping long and taking me forever to walk it?”

In Astrology one way of looking at this is that Saturn, the planet that depicts Father Time who moves very slowly, is in the sign of Scorpio, where we dig up the hidden from the depths and bring the nuggets of truth out into the light of day.  I guess that means that my nuggets of truth or my challenges along my path keep getting dug up and fall in front of Father Time which just trips him and slows him down that much more.