Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way
To get back home
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby……
I can’t get this song out of my head this week. These sweet words preceed a huge drum thing and then a thunderous,
BOY! you’ve got to CARRY THAT WEIGHT!
CARRY THAT WEIGHT A LONG TIME! …..
The realisation of the weight I’ve been carrying forever…. being a “good girl”, to the black sheep, to a high alcohol-intake, high stress job, to a working mother, to a guilt-ridden jack-of-all-trades, master of none.
Yep, the simplicity of repeating profound words and phrases; sitting, morning and night, being of service, seeing coloured shapes everywhere I go…. having a routine that is more important to me than my subby’s often loud voice and antics. I now call her, (my subby), “she who protesteth too much”, instead of, “she who must be obeyed”. All those sublime actions that make up MKMMA …. they are my ticket to freedom. I see it. I feel it. I know it. I a c c e p t.
Part of me wants to run to a cave (with wifi) and devote every moment to my MKMMA practice. Alas, life goes on around me. The lounge floor covered in books, childhood games and puzzles and the children’s year books from school – all waiting to be packed into cartons for storage until we find the abode for our next chapter of life.
Wherever that is, the blessing of MKMMA comes with me. Thank goodness.
MK 4/25 – Over-work or over-play or over-bodily activity of any kind produces conditions of mental apathy and stagnation which makes it impossible to do the more important work which results in a realisation of conscious power. We should, therefore, seek the Silence frequently. Power comes through repose; it is in the Silence that we can be still, and when we are still, we can think, and thought is the secret of all attainment.
I can be what I will to be.