Dear Children of the World—Sons and Daughters of Nations Great and Small,
I tried.
I did my part.
I went deep into meditation and energy and asked all the big questions. I learned things. I created art. I spoke up about what I saw was wrong. I forgave. I listened. I tried again, in new ways.
It’s just that the world doesn’t listen much to mothers and women.
We resist moms. We ignore them. I am not completely innocent, either. I like finding my own way.
We want our moms to nurture us and love us and accept us, but we rarely nurture and love them and accept them, unconditionally.
We think they are not really necessary, because what mothers offer is so free—and they don’t expect money for their job. They usually stick around even when we get mad.
Women (and not all women are good women) often sit back and watch and have to let things unfold, and either say “I told you so,” or say “I won’t say I told you so.”
What can you do.
This woman who amazes me told me that she is just speaking to America now, like it’s a child, “Well, I’ll be here. I’m not leaving you. Come back when you’re ready.”
Anyway, I was making little films in 2020 and writing books and so lit up with the holy spirit’s fire, and then I had a catastrophe of sorts, and went through a transformation of a kind, and now I am still wondering when I wake up in the morning, “What can I offer?”
It’s like that book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein played out in real life.
So I will put one of my little movies from 2020 in this post and if you are a listener—one who sits with and considers, and isn’t looking for some important person to tell you what to think and see, then maybe you will watch it. The purpose of these videos is to sit in contemplation and breathe and slow down. To sit with. I think these art videos are impactful, but damn, I am so not interested in being a self-promoter. It’s not my style. If you want to share it with others, by all means, please do.
It’s somewhat haunting but so are many films in theaters, ya know? (I hear Steven Soderbergh made a horror film that is so scary and haunting and whatever and he has that Soderbergh name of his….)
I guess things take time to ripen…. Yeah. And.
I made a music playlist again this a.m. with my vinyl records. I like listening on vinyl, and I used to be less lazy about playlists when mix-tapes were around. It’s fun to see what you already have, rather than looking for something new, isn’t it? You start feeling wealthy when you actually take stock and see what’s already here, in the present moment, and stop chasing. When I do that, I realize I am in complete luxury. God is the one who helped me feel that way.
Here are the records I used.
Here is the playlist. John Keats has a line in his poem “Ode on a Grecian Urn” that unheard songs are sweeter. Do you agree?
Oh, we make gods of men, don’t we? (And they often make Gods of themselves.)
Here is a poem by the mystic Hafiz called “Wow” I recorded this a.m. I love this poem.
I have work to do. I have assignments and whatnot, and I should be doing yoga and perhaps even walking in the woods and dancing, but I am here, holding space for this thing we’re all dealing with—this transfer of political power. It’s interesting to see what connects us all. It’s fear sometimes. It’s mystery. It’s also—what’s familiar.
That’s why you have to be strange to create powerful positive change. (In my humble opinion, Monsieurs.)
I love you dearly, but this “Daddy” stuff can get us into trouble. We need and needed our mothers, too. (I suspect the Heavenly Father would agree.)
Love love love you,
Ms. Wonderful
I’m supposed to be promoting this book I wrote.
How about I say this:
“This book the most important message of the 21st century, and it presents a big picture for not only women and girls, but people of all kinds. It is for all of us, to stop and consider the state of our world, the history we believe, and how we can empower young women and the feminine energy of life-force so that we can see helpful growth to ensure humanity’s very survival.”
(It also has just a couple of typos. Like, two. Sorry about that.)
Do you like that verbiage? Does that sound impactful and promotional enough?
Yeesh. Who’s gonna listen to l’il ole me….
My.