Guest guest Posted August 2, 2008 Report Share Posted August 2, 2008 A wringer washer day I felt pulled and twisted Stretched and flattened Wrung through Wrung out...and Hung out on the line to dry! All day, right up to this past hour...now I am released. I asked, " How'd I do? " I felt a smile. I didn't snap, didn't yell, didn't react. Just go with the flow, Feeling the pressures inner and outer And allowing what is to be... And some of it was really yucky There was a new strength there A new Grace (No patience so it was rough, lol! But it stayed in the background) I was watching things happen Watching my feelings Allowing them to be there Not allowing them to sweep me away Not resisting There was a peace amidst the storms A center where I felt anchored And the storm raged around me Trying to knock me over It couldn't I feel very different now Like a different vibration Like I passed the test I'm giggling like a little girl Happy to be alive Knowing something, but not in words And I feel a prayer of gratitude Pouring out of my heart For all I've learned Balance Forgiveness Love Acceptance Compassion Tolerance Gratitude So much more Thank you, and Group You've helped me to grow God bless you for your kindness, Love, support, forgiveness, and more Isn't it wonderful embracing the Safeties They save us from ourselves and others As well as hard experiences with Kundalini Building something in the unseen That holds like an anchor When the winds rip around us They'll hold through the coming Storm We're preparing for as well I got a little taste of it... They'll hold. Love and hugs, dhyana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2008 Report Share Posted August 2, 2008 I like that Dhyana. Thanks! I remember those days when my mom washed clothes by hand and then we graduated on up to a wringer washer. Everyone wanted to help with the laundry then. I can relate well to your poem. Linda , " novalees " <dhyana wrote: > > A wringer washer day > I felt pulled and twisted > Stretched and flattened > Wrung through > Wrung out...and > Hung out on the line to dry! > All day, right up to this > past hour...now I am released. > > I asked, > " How'd I do? " > > I felt a smile. > > I didn't snap, didn't yell, > didn't react. > Just go with the flow, > Feeling the pressures inner and outer > And allowing what is to be... > And some of it was really yucky > > There was a new strength there > A new Grace > (No patience so it was rough, lol! > But it stayed in the background) > I was watching things happen > Watching my feelings > Allowing them to be there > Not allowing them to sweep me away > Not resisting > > There was a peace amidst the storms > A center where I felt anchored > And the storm raged around me > Trying to knock me over > It couldn't > > > I feel very different now > Like a different vibration > Like I passed the test > > I'm giggling like a little girl > Happy to be alive > Knowing something, but not in words > And I feel a prayer of gratitude > Pouring out of my heart > For all I've learned > > Balance > Forgiveness > Love > Acceptance > Compassion > Tolerance > Gratitude > So much more > > Thank you, and Group > You've helped me to grow > God bless you for your kindness, > Love, support, forgiveness, and more > > Isn't it wonderful embracing the Safeties > They save us from ourselves and others > As well as hard experiences with Kundalini > Building something in the unseen > That holds like an anchor > When the winds rip around us > > They'll hold through the coming Storm > We're preparing for as well > > I got a little taste of it... > They'll hold. > > Love and hugs, > dhyana > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 3, 2008 Report Share Posted August 3, 2008 The last two days were, indeed, challenging...an 'exam' in a sense.... VERY nice perspective, deftly and poetically expressed, Dhyana. Thank you for sharing this...it made me smile. Blessings & love, Claudia--- On Sat, 8/2/08, novalees <dhyana wrote: novalees <dhyana Exam Day Date: Saturday, August 2, 2008, 11:37 PM A wringer washer dayI felt pulled and twistedStretched and flattenedWrung throughWrung out...andHung out on the line to dry!All day, right up to this past hour...now I am released.I asked,"How'd I do?"I felt a smile.I didn't snap, didn't yell,didn't react. Just go with the flow,Feeling the pressures inner and outerAnd allowing what is to be...And some of it was really yuckyThere was a new strength thereA new Grace(No patience so it was rough, lol!But it stayed in the background)I was watching things happenWatching my feelings Allowing them to be thereNot allowing them to sweep me awayNot resistingThere was a peace amidst the stormsA center where I felt anchoredAnd the storm raged around meTrying to knock me overIt couldn'tI feel very different nowLike a different vibrationLike I passed the testI'm giggling like a little girlHappy to be aliveKnowing something, but not in wordsAnd I feel a prayer of gratitudePouring out of my heartFor all I've learnedBalanceForgivenessLoveAcceptanceCompassionToleranceGratitudeSo much moreThank you, and GroupYou've helped me to growGod bless you for your kindness, Love, support, forgiveness, and moreIsn't it wonderful embracing the SafetiesThey save us from ourselves and othersAs well as hard experiences with KundaliniBuilding something in the unseenThat holds like an anchorWhen the winds rip around usThey'll hold through the coming StormWe're preparing for as wellI got a little taste of it...They'll hold.Love and hugs,dhyana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 3, 2008 Report Share Posted August 3, 2008 My mother washed by hand and when electric washers came in she was scared that she would get a shock. We used to laugh and say that she was down by the stream beating the clothes with a rock. One of her favorite sayings was "its the old dog for the hard road and the pup for the path." I try to relate this to my daughters, but it goes unheard, usually. Now I look at the sumplistic things that she taught such as looking at a sparrow and not moving so we wouldn't scare it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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