What Kind of Thought Seeds Are You Planting?

In my head, there’s phrase that loops around and appears every often to taunt and haunt…

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

I don’t recall when I first heard it, but I know I’ve heard it many times in many voices… nudging through my idle daydreams chastising me on my lack of focus… lack of direction… lack of ambition…

Now I quietly laugh in it’s face… and refuse to accept the misdiagnosis…

I take my thoughts and place them where I can see them…

Mind Map

In the wasteland of my mind

A dandelion grows

Above

Ideas are ten a penny

Wishes blown like

Kisses on the wind

BESOS!

They will go where they will go…

Below

Deep earth buried

Drawing from the roots

Determined willful survival

Lo!

Air head thrives!

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It’s in the shadows…

Admittedly… I can be an irascible old bitch… in fact fairly frequently as I’m dealing with pain and the phrase bear with a sore head pales significantly next to bitch with a bad back…

Mostly I manage to filter out life’s petty annoyances and override my urge to bite but then there’s the one or two or a few odd sentences that hit my ears like fingernails being dragged across a blackboard…

Though to be honest, it’s not the actual words but more the sentiment expressed behind them that floats across… or the ridiculous assumptions that accompany them…

For example… I’ve been vegetarian for many years… now due to the line of work I’m in, people make all sorts of assumptions as to why that is… they attribute me with noble intentions or some kind of ethics and various permutations and combinations of beliefs pulled out of their dippy hippy minds… In actual fact… I’m vegetarian because…I just don’t like meat that much… I live with a vegetarian who also just doesn’t like meat that much… and in my mind… if you’re to eat meat then you should do it with vigour and relish and fill all of your senses… it should be savoured like sex on a plate! after all… a creature died to feed you, so pay it a tribute!

And some people find my attitude on that quite shocking…

More interestingly is something that pops up now and then when I express an opinion on something and it’s not warm and fluffy and then I get somebody ask me – how can you say that? I thought you were a vegetarian?

WHAT???? Where’s the fuzzy logic in that… you don’t eat meat, so therefore you must also be x. y. z etc etc etc…

And when I have that kind of mind attempt to back me into a corner then I respond with…

I’m vegetarian… I will kill you if you push me far enough but please be comforted by knowing that I will not eat your corpse…

Then there’s the word ‘spiritual’… in fact don’t even get me started on that one… this blog ain’t big enough for me to dissect WTF that is supposed to mean… briefly put… if you have to go around declaring yourself, then chances are…mmm… I’ll leave you to fill in the … however you like…

Then there’s the anti-science brigade that cross my path and don’t realise that if there is one thing that I am qualified in it is Science… and when I say qualified I mean a recognised BSc as opposed to those vague claims that fly around about being internationally known, accredited, endorsed… or one I find interesting – studied at… or my favourite… attended… (because I have attended many things that I’ve slept through…) where was I? Oh yes… anti-sci fact folk who expect me to hop on board with their conspiracy theories that they’ve sucked up from the internet whilst accusing other folks of being sheeple… and really… I’m sorry… but your lack of education, critical thinking skills etc just means that you have no understanding of this subject… which is not the same as proving that it is a conspiracy…

But worse… much worse than this…

LIKE MINDED

No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Just get the eff out of Dodge!!!

Please do not take one tiny facet of my personality as a full on confirmation that my every bloody thought tallies exactly with yours…

Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Stop it you armchair gurus with your dime store divinity…

And oh… the new wave of self-annointed Shamans…always with the need to be constantly banging their drums…

(N.B. ‘Out in the field Shamans’ and Shamanistic practitioners, I hold in very high esteem… )

NO… stop it! I don’t agree with you on everything! I don’t WANT to agree with you on everything! NOR do I want or need you to agree with me on everything or even anything…

I like people I can rub antlers with…

People who can verbally toss things about without getting all butt hurt…

I don’t want to sit with the like minded and their ilk…

I’d much rather run with the elk…

 Shamanistic Soul Retrieval

Cernunnos (c) Karen Sealey 2015

Bare foot vs Bear foot

Wild heart vs Wild hart

Majesty clashing Nobility

When Less is More…

I’m just starting to get back onto my feet after being forced into complete rest… and it’s given my quite a lot of time on my hands to idle muse… It slowly dawned on me just after the last lunar eclipse that the first twinges of the pain that was going to lay me up began way back in April 2014… I ignored it at that point and didn’t really think much of it… with hindsight, maybe that is when I should have taken some rest voluntarily… as from that point, one way or another, series of events seemed to conspire to keep me desk bound rather than out and about on the hoof…

I pondered more over the recent blood moon and started thinking … On April 15, 2014, there was a total lunar eclipse… the first of four consecutive total eclipses in a series, a second one took place on October 8, 2014, third one on April 4, 2015 and the remaining one took place on September 27, 2015…

It’s with a wry smile that I now note that each of these dates in one way or another, tied in to removing certain things in my life that had turned rotten… times of cutting ties and connections… movement away from dead weights and things that had been dragging me down…

Right through that, most of that period, life felt to be a Sisyphean task… right up until a couple of months ago when the pain in my back grew so fierce and the muscles went into intense spasm every time that I moved, that I had no other option than to give in and lie down… to rest up… calm the pain and let it heal…

I don’t like being still… I don’t like being indoors… so the frustration and the thought of being laid up indefinitely almost had me in tears… I started to wonder how I would cope with it… and decided to turn it to my advantage and actually use the time to organise the chaos that has sprung up all around me since I started playing around with art just over 3 years ago…

Also, there’s a secret project that I’m working on, that I realised I had a few gaps in my knowledge as to how to turn that into a reality, so this would be a good time to learn some new tricks…

Now that brought me some laughter as often people suggest to me that I should make a deck and I say… yeah… maybe… if I get an idea… and then I’ll wander off and scratch my head and birth ideas and then kill them off…

Going through my artwork over the last year, I have all sorts of varied things going on but as I laid everything out… I started to notice something… there within all my experimental pieces was a consistent flow of pieces in encaustic wax… piece after piece that I’d made… each one made when I had something other on my mind… a problem to solve or a thought to resolve… an unease that needed soothing… idle meditations… all sitting in a pile…

I counted them up… there were 60 of them… the by-products of struggling with Sisyphean tasks… and somewhere in my head a little valve lit up… and that was the birth of The Waxing Oracle

So…I pull a card… yes! very funny! given I’m spending a lot of time sitting on ice of late… but then sitting frozen gives plenty of time to look for the patterns emerging…

I’m going to meditate on that further and consider the paradox of less effort yielding more results…

Though maybe I already know the answer…

As a good friend of mine recently said…

When you look for your lost pen, it’s always under your bum!

😉