Wow! Time is flying for me. I have said this before. I am used to it, but it seems like it is really speeding up more. It will be Thanksgiving pretty soon and then December and the Christmas season. Maybe Winter won't seem so long after all. It was more than six below F last night, now it is twenty three. We are looking forward to the warm up that is predicted for this weekend. A little snow might even melt.
My sheep found the big bales I had delivered. It makes my chores more pleasurable. I had ten or twelve bales of old hay, some of it had a little mold and much of it was more like straw than hay. I had to sort through it to find something they would like. They didn't like any of it very well. They crowded around me, hoping I would produce something magically, every time I went to the chicken coop. The chicken coop is surrounded by pasture. It is hard to walk through sheep that are crowding around your legs. No, I wasn't prepared for fifteen inches of snow and the end of grazing.
We have settled into Winter. Once one adapts, it is rather nice. It is a good time for contemplation and reading. I need to go outside enough to take care of my animals and I don't do much in the form of Winter recreation. I do like cross country skiing but I haven't tried it in many years.
I will be eighty on January 24th. For some reason that benchmark has been significant. The only other time I took note of a birthday was when I was fifty. Suddenly I wasn't young anymore. I have been looking forward to being eighty. It doesn't seem old, it just seems amazing. How does one get to be eighty when they are still looking forward to growing up?
In a real sense I am still looking forward to growing up. Doesn't it irritate you when you still act childishly? I don't like it when I still permit reactions that are purely ego driven. Jamie and I are both dominate personalities and if the truth were spoken kind of "know-it-alls". Although we fundamentally agree on most things. We often perceive from different polarities. I was aware, after a little squabble, that I would like to express irritation without the other reacting, then when they react, it is their fault. Hey can't I express some ego childishness without getting a reaction? I guess not. Maybe when I am eighty I will be grown up.
This is the time when we are all growing up. The influx of love on the planet forces us to bring our craziness to the surface. We made a conscious or unconscious intent to become unconditionally loving beings [in other words-grown up]. To be open to the love that is engulfing us, we must let our egos have a subordinate place in our lives. We must learn to let our hearts lead. We can begin consciously by keeping love foremost on our minds. It will become automatic.
It doesn't help to dwell on our failures to love. It doesn't help to figure out why we behaved like jerks. The origin of those ego buttons are often too buried for easy recovery and it is not necessary to uncover them. What does help is forgiveness. Forgive, forgive, forgive yourself and the other. We will find those buttons disappear if they are not used.
I have to go out in Winter Wonderland. Happy Friday!
Love and Peace, Gregg
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