INSPIRATIONAL BLESSINGS
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At times it is right to focus on the very large and the very fast. At other times however, in the path of the large and the fast, you will become easily confused. Confusion is a sign of searching for the gateway . . . it also be a sign of being out of pace and outside of your accurate perception. It is not a bad thing — it is an indicator and indicators are good if you follow their signals. They can then become precursors to breaking through. You will need to make some determinations.
Either way, when you are confused — when the path is blurry — slowing down is an alternative . . . not a sign of weakness. The alternative of getting down to the slow and calm, the tiny and the infinitesimally small, can often be exactly what you need. This is the meditative process.
Embrace alternatives and discover in the warp and the woof, the detailed weave of life's fabric . . . the pattern that has gotten you to where you are. It is time to discover and examine these patterns. Make the determination whether your pattern is to be continued, retraced or altered.
When you make this determination once again, resynchronize your pace and pattern with that of your goal. Allow these variations to become the new joys of your life; merge into them, even though they feel unknown. Allow these new and unknown feelings to slowly become acceptable . . . to become the new familiar. This is what is known as growing up . . . this is being alive. These are some of the benefits of getting confused.
These Inspirational Blessings are like mantras . . . reminders that cause us to think at a new angle . . . to shake up old patterns . . . to renew and rebuild our vision and purpose. We then gain insight to ignite and inspire an opening to manifest our conscious focus through conscious action.
Sat Nam, Thank you Guru Singh,
This is a sharing as I pick up the threads that have carried me to this now. I wanted to share about my understanding of the turban, which I am interested in. Even when I was little, my Mother whose name is Liberty, would tie by head with a scarf. To comfort me and to stop my crying. It was always so grounding. I was aware and disappointed when as a Catholic youth that they went from hats and scarves on our head, to a couch doiley. I could tell the difference. I still wrap my head, much of the time when I go outside. My Husband, John, always asked me why I did this, and I told him, it just felt so grounding. Especially, if the action was really physical. I felt embarased, and yet I continue to do this. Even friends would comment that it was part of my being an artist, to dress this way. I guess that is what is meant by artistic license and freedom. As I read about and learn about the reverence in this action, I am moved. I have never done this as a conscious prayer, but I am understanding the results. I do not mean to compare it to the ancient beauty and depth of the Sikh's turban tying, I am understanding my own need for this, and the reverence and clarity I feel in this. Thank you,
thank you, for hearing this story.
Marie Camille Lentsch
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