Gentleness is paramount in the things we value most, from breezes to animals to the touch of another being, Kye, to whom the Home page is dedicated, was a gentle hawk. He would sit on my tummy while I sunbathed, I didn't need a glove to pick him up from the perch. Last night I dreamed about this bird, and having not dreamt about Kye since his death 20 years ago, I'm guessing he came this morning to say something.
In the dream, he landed in a tree dragging his perch. Seeing him through the window, I went outside and as soon as I did so the hawk flew towards me, which I didn't expect, for in dreamscape I didn't know this bird, I had simply noticed him from my window. Landing on the ground because he couldn't drag the perch any further, he let me free him from it and then flew to my arm as soon as it was raised. From that point, he stayed in my dream of strange plumbing problems and bad timings, regularly escaping from his perch to return to me for cuddles. He crept into my bed (in the dream!) and curled up to sleep there, having crapped in it first - you can't house-train a hawk. When I woke up, I realised it was Kye I had been dreaming about, and followed his lead in coming here to write this.
In the dream, he landed in a tree dragging his perch. Seeing him through the window, I went outside and as soon as I did so the hawk flew towards me, which I didn't expect, for in dreamscape I didn't know this bird, I had simply noticed him from my window. Landing on the ground because he couldn't drag the perch any further, he let me free him from it and then flew to my arm as soon as it was raised. From that point, he stayed in my dream of strange plumbing problems and bad timings, regularly escaping from his perch to return to me for cuddles. He crept into my bed (in the dream!) and curled up to sleep there, having crapped in it first - you can't house-train a hawk. When I woke up, I realised it was Kye I had been dreaming about, and followed his lead in coming here to write this.
From a personal point of view, I can safely say that the last few months have been a little heavy-going. I've had to re-write my own book of life a few times over the past year and most recently I had to change the entire structure of my new company to take account of others not sharing my view of the community aspect. I wanted to profit-share everything I earned with charities who could deliver a talk, or an experience day, or whatever else they could provide to raise awareness among the employees of client companies and take their relationships forward. Perhaps in being so determined to make this work, I overshadowed the need for patience and subtlety of approach. Perhaps I scared off potential partnerships by being too enthusiastic. It's happened before, not in business terms (at least not that I know of), but in terms of what I did to my twin-flame relationship. Having said that, I cannot look back now and say I was wrong. I can't say that the resultant avalanche of information wasn't absolutely crucial to know. I can only say that I was heartbroken at the time, but this time, with the company, I'm merely a little disappointed.
After all, it's my company and I can do what I want with it. I have in mind to turn it into something of a gifted circle, in deference to one of the many things I have learned along the way through life. People learn more, and learn faster, when they cover ground in cross-reference with each other. The process is shared, the experiences are more interesting, and the events are more memorable when everyone has a chance to take something from it and contribute something at the same time. The gift is in the present moment, the sharing of time being of the Now and the gain being exponentially greater when results are instantly visible.
Kye came to remind me of the quality of gentleness, a quality we all share, and one we notice by its absence perhaps more than its presence. When the breeze is gentle, the wind is tame. Where words are gentle, there's no-one to blame, You cannot prevent the onslaught of your situations any more than I can, but we can amend our perspectives to bring gentleness to ourselves, to emanate the kindness of personality and help others in the process to do the same.
"Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should."
These words from Desiderata have a poignant ring to them, and I hope I remember the events of this morning for a while, as I make my attempt to carry forward the wholesome discipline necessary for personal welfare along with the appreciation that as a child of the Universe, there is a pattern greater than the sum of my own vision, and a plan of more magnitude than anything I could envisage, to be trusted to reveal itself as and when it becomes right that it should.
"Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass."
Enjoy your day, enjoy your life, and worry not about the trials, for they are there not to break you, but to strengthen your spirit, and therein lie the gifts you can neither reject nor replace. We can only thank the Universe for the gift of divine timing.
After all, it's my company and I can do what I want with it. I have in mind to turn it into something of a gifted circle, in deference to one of the many things I have learned along the way through life. People learn more, and learn faster, when they cover ground in cross-reference with each other. The process is shared, the experiences are more interesting, and the events are more memorable when everyone has a chance to take something from it and contribute something at the same time. The gift is in the present moment, the sharing of time being of the Now and the gain being exponentially greater when results are instantly visible.
Kye came to remind me of the quality of gentleness, a quality we all share, and one we notice by its absence perhaps more than its presence. When the breeze is gentle, the wind is tame. Where words are gentle, there's no-one to blame, You cannot prevent the onslaught of your situations any more than I can, but we can amend our perspectives to bring gentleness to ourselves, to emanate the kindness of personality and help others in the process to do the same.
"Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should."
These words from Desiderata have a poignant ring to them, and I hope I remember the events of this morning for a while, as I make my attempt to carry forward the wholesome discipline necessary for personal welfare along with the appreciation that as a child of the Universe, there is a pattern greater than the sum of my own vision, and a plan of more magnitude than anything I could envisage, to be trusted to reveal itself as and when it becomes right that it should.
"Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass."
Enjoy your day, enjoy your life, and worry not about the trials, for they are there not to break you, but to strengthen your spirit, and therein lie the gifts you can neither reject nor replace. We can only thank the Universe for the gift of divine timing.
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