“Gears” are on my mind. Gears are my mind! What larger gear moves them? Could I write a poem about that? My poetry writing gear is rusty from the lack of use though I am now enjoying reading poetry to an audience. A new gear!
Another day off from work due to this second family being sick. They are sick a lot as if it’s a common gear for them to go the doctor. My paycheck is affected by so much time off which means less funds go into savings. Paycheck to paycheck are gears that keep my household afloat. No complaints. I love my jobs as I love time off. The movement of gears and lack of has consequences—which I observe.
I posted a video of otters playing in the snow. Yesterday my nanny kids were at the park sliding down the slide, flying into the air, landing and sliding in snow like those otters. Similar gears in motion! Childlike gears are free moving gears of fun!
Yesterday morning I was looking for a meditation without words. Some gear in my brain-body wanted to move differently. Last night I was happily surprised that the Zoom meditation had a lot of…silence. My gears purred!
I’m no longer drained by being with people. In fact I’m seeking people and asking for their time. This is another new gear! People add to my happiness! Those people that drain me either leave on their own or I leave them. Or I change the timing of gear engagements. Breathing room between engagements keeps me in equilibrium. Some relationships have more of this space than others. It’s like an orchestra expressing diverse sound or a garden filled with seasonal expressions.
Emotionally creative high gears turn into emotionally co-creative low gears. A recent creative process (with gears that move!) dug up “dirt” from past relationships with men. (“the higher I fly, the lower I dive”) I wondered where these “human” emotions were coming from. They seemed so foreign and yet they had impact pulling me down with face in the mud! (Visual: Did I just fall off a bike?) I didn’t scold or shame myself out of the mud. I felt the insecure feelings associated with the insecure thoughts. And in short turn-around timing I shifted gears by expressing my true sunny nature! Actually I, ego I, didn’t do the shifting. Some over riding gear moved the whole system and my muddy self with it!
Reminds me of parking on top of the snowy hill yesterday and walking into work. As I walked on snow the song Let It Snow (“the weather outside is frightful…”) started to sing me. That same over riding gear moved me!
I welcome this turning of creative gears and don’t mind getting muddy on occasion. It’s part of the creative process called evolution, called enlightenment. We are conscious because our Head Light is on in all weather patterns (water, air, earth, fire) and their seasons of creative expression. The more gears the more expression!
Gears of God and Goddess. Gears of creator, creativity and creation. It’s why we’re here with Gaia at a personal level. It’s why we’re engaged as One, heart to heart.
