"My mother used to tuck me in at night and say: 'Sweet dreams and you will sleep in the arms of Morpheus.' It felt so comforting and safe. Where do you think my Mother got the idea to use that phrase? " This was a question posed this morning to Martha and Grant on the radio show A Way With Words. You can listen to the program to get the answer they provided.
At first I was aware that I wasn't aware of Morpheus and I had an excellent teacher in Greek and Roman mythology in school. A God of Dreams would have stuck with me I think. Bummer, Miss. Baumberger, I must of missed that day. My next thoughts focused on how the woman appreciated the fact that her mother sent her off to dreamland each night in the arms of a protective safe figure. My own practice before bed was "If I die before I wake..." SHIT... really?! It amazes me that I was so traumatized as a child... along with a huge percentage of others I imagine. I'm saying this tongue in cheek of course... but NOT...
I've been reading / listening "Mindfulness" by Ellen Langor the mother of modern non-spiritual mindfulness. She mentions an experience: while eating dinner at a friends house she noticed and was annoyed that the fork was not on the proper side of the plate. Upon mindful consideration of her reaction she realized that the source of annoyance led back to a simple table setting lesson provided by her mother when she was very small.
It's a great and simple example of how many years later experiences or perceptions can impact our present experiences. I often wish I'd had more informed or thoughtful parents but there's nothing to do about that now. It has made me who I am. I can at least be aware of their instructions and make mindful choices.
Just sayin' I am an adult now... mostly -ish
What shall I forgive this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
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