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Hey, Cedar, or anyone interested in FOO (Family of Origin) issues. Cedar, WHY NOW???
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 658216" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I don't know. But it has something to do with the wolf being real. For every one of the three little pigs, however they looked at life and however well or poorly they built their houses and believed themselves safe, the wolf was real, and needed to be dealt with.</p><p></p><p>And at the end of the day? The little pig who built his house out of brick took the others in.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Maybe we are making a brick house, Copa and Swot. And maybe, however much we might resent the others...maybe at the end of the day there will be a safe place where we all can go.</p><p></p><p>But the wolf will still have to be dealt with.</p><p></p><p>And maybe, we will even find we have what we need to do that.</p><p></p><p>Maybe.</p><p></p><p>And somehow, this fits into that my daughter and all her children plan to be here for a time this summer. All of us together. And D H and I, and the War of the Grandma's Baklava granddaughter and daughter herself, have been planning what special foods we all want to eat ~ which things would each like to have served, for sure. So, I was thinking last night about that, and about where everyone would sleep and about that we only have one bathroom in this house and etc. And I realized that the preparation I need to do is meditation; is time for doing nothing at all. There will be a rush of preparation probably, but that will just be what I do. My work of preparation will have to do with quiet, with making an unplanned space for something different than I can know, now.</p><p></p><p>That all fits in here too, somewhere.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I love that.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Like what we are doing now, Copa and SWOT. And you too, Insane Canadian. I saw that you had posted in on this thread, too. That made me happy, to know you were here with us, too.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Like us.</p><p></p><p>Everything lost; nothing left but who we essentially are. And we are trying to get to the center of that without hating, without resentment, with compassion for all of us when it is time.</p><p></p><p>I hope that is how it happens.</p><p></p><p>I hope we can see them, can see our people, with clarity. Beside and maybe, a little to the front of us so we can watch over them, so we can love them in that way that we do, but separate people now, not all bound up in the hurt of it.</p><p></p><p>I really liked that imagery, Copa.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>There again, like us. So much like us.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>This <em>is</em> what we do. And like it is for Dolly, it will be love that pulls us through this in an upright position, alive and vitally aware again, too. (I am triumphantly there with you, and with Dolly and Romy and M. Yay I love this story.)</p><p></p><p>Do you know that I heard it said once that a dog ~ just, all the things that they do ~ that those things they do are their mission of love. Licking us awake in the morning, needing special diets or special care, falling asleep and needing to be carried to bed every night ~ whatever it is that we do with and for and because of them. I think I heard it on Oprah's Super Soul Sunday. Every single thing, their presence, their existences ~ all animals and plants and by extrapolation, all of us ~ their missions of love.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Yes.</p><p></p><p>And who is to say which of us saved who or is saving who now.</p><p></p><p>My dog and my cat and even my fish save me, every day and every single night of my life.</p><p></p><p>Oh, wait.</p><p></p><p>I meant D H.</p><p></p><p>That was a joke.</p><p></p><p>All of those beautiful animals I named? Save D H, too.</p><p></p><p>Here is a story. D H walks the dog in the morning. But first, he has coffee. And the entire time D H is trying to have that first cup of morning coffee, the dog, eight to ten pounds soaking wet, stares at D H, willing D H to take him for his walk. And D H and the dog have this morning routine of D H becoming steadily more upset. And of the dog, moving closer the instant D H looks away.</p><p></p><p>So, D H calls that our dog's "Chucky" move ~ from that movie about the scary doll who comes to life and comes closer for nefarious purposes whenever you aren't looking.</p><p></p><p>Ha!</p><p></p><p>And eventually, D H takes the dog for his walk and then, he tells me all about what they saw, and what they did, and whether the neighbors were out and whether the dog had a successful poop this morning or not.</p><p></p><p>And then, the dog goes to sleep and D H makes our breakfast, unless it is Sunday. That is my day to make breakfast. And that is what happens at our house, every morning of our lives.</p><p></p><p>The war between D H and our tiny, tiny half miniature poodle/half Havalina black dog (also a rescue), masquerading as Chucky.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>And our house smells of morning, and of fresh, hot coffee with cream.</p><p></p><p>And then?</p><p></p><p>Bacon.</p><p></p><p>We have a cat, too. Her name is Sarah. Our fish are being cared for by friends while we are gone. They send us pictures of the fish on Facebook.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>And I always wonder, about our animals, who come to us in the strangest ways, exactly how we need it to be and they, maybe on some level, do too...whether it is true, after all that God exists, and that we all, every creature and tree and etc, are here on purpose.</p><p></p><p>All of it.</p><p></p><p>Everything.</p><p></p><p>I loved your story, Copa.</p><p></p><p>I love knowing about Dolly and Romy and the open door crate.</p><p></p><p>This was a lovely, perfect story for me, this morning.</p><p></p><p>Thank you.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Be very assured Copa, that I am grabbing yours, too. And here is the thing. There are those reading along benefitting from our stories, too. Look at the thread count. We are all grabbing on, standing up, creating a tapestry.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I know. That is a good place to be. That is all I know, too. That is what I meant when I posted that we were all flying by the seats of our pants, hearts in our throats.</p><p></p><p>Crying.</p><p></p><p>But that is okay.</p><p></p><p>They are worth it. All of our people and us too, Copa and SWOT and me, too. We are worth every bit of whatever this is. And that is a thing? I never knew, before.</p><p></p><p>I did not know that about myself, before.</p><p></p><p>So, that's good, then.</p><p></p><p>I hope you come back to the thread, Copa. And SWOT. And anyone who has been reading along. But, if it is time? Then this is true: Nothing can change what we had, what we all created here for ourselves and our readers (if there are any) together.</p><p></p><p>Sanctuary.</p><p></p><p>Yeah. We did so good, you guys.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>You know what they say, about the ripples a pebble creates in a still pond, the moon's full reflection shimmering as the ripples spread while the moon remains, undisturbed?</p><p></p><p>That is what we did, here.</p><p></p><p>That good, good thing.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 658216, member: 17461"] I don't know. But it has something to do with the wolf being real. For every one of the three little pigs, however they looked at life and however well or poorly they built their houses and believed themselves safe, the wolf was real, and needed to be dealt with. And at the end of the day? The little pig who built his house out of brick took the others in. :O) Maybe we are making a brick house, Copa and Swot. And maybe, however much we might resent the others...maybe at the end of the day there will be a safe place where we all can go. But the wolf will still have to be dealt with. And maybe, we will even find we have what we need to do that. Maybe. And somehow, this fits into that my daughter and all her children plan to be here for a time this summer. All of us together. And D H and I, and the War of the Grandma's Baklava granddaughter and daughter herself, have been planning what special foods we all want to eat ~ which things would each like to have served, for sure. So, I was thinking last night about that, and about where everyone would sleep and about that we only have one bathroom in this house and etc. And I realized that the preparation I need to do is meditation; is time for doing nothing at all. There will be a rush of preparation probably, but that will just be what I do. My work of preparation will have to do with quiet, with making an unplanned space for something different than I can know, now. That all fits in here too, somewhere. I love that. Like what we are doing now, Copa and SWOT. And you too, Insane Canadian. I saw that you had posted in on this thread, too. That made me happy, to know you were here with us, too. Like us. Everything lost; nothing left but who we essentially are. And we are trying to get to the center of that without hating, without resentment, with compassion for all of us when it is time. I hope that is how it happens. I hope we can see them, can see our people, with clarity. Beside and maybe, a little to the front of us so we can watch over them, so we can love them in that way that we do, but separate people now, not all bound up in the hurt of it. I really liked that imagery, Copa. There again, like us. So much like us. This [I]is[/I] what we do. And like it is for Dolly, it will be love that pulls us through this in an upright position, alive and vitally aware again, too. (I am triumphantly there with you, and with Dolly and Romy and M. Yay I love this story.) Do you know that I heard it said once that a dog ~ just, all the things that they do ~ that those things they do are their mission of love. Licking us awake in the morning, needing special diets or special care, falling asleep and needing to be carried to bed every night ~ whatever it is that we do with and for and because of them. I think I heard it on Oprah's Super Soul Sunday. Every single thing, their presence, their existences ~ all animals and plants and by extrapolation, all of us ~ their missions of love. :O) Yes. And who is to say which of us saved who or is saving who now. My dog and my cat and even my fish save me, every day and every single night of my life. Oh, wait. I meant D H. That was a joke. All of those beautiful animals I named? Save D H, too. Here is a story. D H walks the dog in the morning. But first, he has coffee. And the entire time D H is trying to have that first cup of morning coffee, the dog, eight to ten pounds soaking wet, stares at D H, willing D H to take him for his walk. And D H and the dog have this morning routine of D H becoming steadily more upset. And of the dog, moving closer the instant D H looks away. So, D H calls that our dog's "Chucky" move ~ from that movie about the scary doll who comes to life and comes closer for nefarious purposes whenever you aren't looking. Ha! And eventually, D H takes the dog for his walk and then, he tells me all about what they saw, and what they did, and whether the neighbors were out and whether the dog had a successful poop this morning or not. And then, the dog goes to sleep and D H makes our breakfast, unless it is Sunday. That is my day to make breakfast. And that is what happens at our house, every morning of our lives. The war between D H and our tiny, tiny half miniature poodle/half Havalina black dog (also a rescue), masquerading as Chucky. :O) And our house smells of morning, and of fresh, hot coffee with cream. And then? Bacon. We have a cat, too. Her name is Sarah. Our fish are being cared for by friends while we are gone. They send us pictures of the fish on Facebook. And I always wonder, about our animals, who come to us in the strangest ways, exactly how we need it to be and they, maybe on some level, do too...whether it is true, after all that God exists, and that we all, every creature and tree and etc, are here on purpose. All of it. Everything. I loved your story, Copa. I love knowing about Dolly and Romy and the open door crate. This was a lovely, perfect story for me, this morning. Thank you. Be very assured Copa, that I am grabbing yours, too. And here is the thing. There are those reading along benefitting from our stories, too. Look at the thread count. We are all grabbing on, standing up, creating a tapestry. I know. That is a good place to be. That is all I know, too. That is what I meant when I posted that we were all flying by the seats of our pants, hearts in our throats. Crying. But that is okay. They are worth it. All of our people and us too, Copa and SWOT and me, too. We are worth every bit of whatever this is. And that is a thing? I never knew, before. I did not know that about myself, before. So, that's good, then. I hope you come back to the thread, Copa. And SWOT. And anyone who has been reading along. But, if it is time? Then this is true: Nothing can change what we had, what we all created here for ourselves and our readers (if there are any) together. Sanctuary. Yeah. We did so good, you guys. Cedar You know what they say, about the ripples a pebble creates in a still pond, the moon's full reflection shimmering as the ripples spread while the moon remains, undisturbed? That is what we did, here. That good, good thing. [/QUOTE]
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