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August 23, 2009

My Soul Cape

Filed under: healing,Hestia — by thalia @ 7:50 am
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My soul cape…mmm…what would it be?   Would it be heavy as earth with the accumulation of so many life memories or light as air with memories that lift me and inspire me?  Perhaps flowing like water as one memory blends into another like a great majestic river?  Or the bursting warmth of fire from the emotions that range over time?  So many possible ways of looking at it.

And I realize that I don’t look as if I wear a soul cape at all, or any other kind of cape.  I look like any other overweight middle-aged or crone woman with a variety of ailments: increasing knee problems, a quick-to-ache back whether from gardening or walking, a lack of energy to build houses or run with grandchildren, a person who would prefer to be at home reading or writing while looking out window at garden and tomatoes growing as clouds drift by.  A quick glance will not reveal anything of interest to anyone passing by.   A longer observation, particularly at a hospice talk or training or an engaging in-depth conversation, will reveal an intense passion for and about hospice and any of its related topics including its benefits, philosophy and services, as well as passion in processing one’s growth and spiritual transformation, and of delighting in the differences as we all travel, together yet apart.

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Then I realize that I carry my soul cape around with me at all times, aware of it even as I am aware of the soul capes of others.  It is my aura and the auras of others that shows how much of us is heavy and dragged down, or is flowing smoothly, vibrant and alive, free floating, ascending and transforming.  Our auras tell the real story of who we are and where we are.   Our actions, thoughts, and emotions change the story our auras tell, from moment to moment.  Each action, thought and emotion is the down-payment for our overall soul cape.  Things happen to us, but our attitude about those things creates our soul cape.  On-going and ever-changing but overall – beautiful – each and every one!

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 What soul cape are we creating today?

August 14, 2009

A Hestia Cloud

Filed under: Hestia — by thalia @ 1:50 pm

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August 6, 2009

The Hestia Spiral

Filed under: healing,Hestia,hospice,memoir — by thalia @ 4:54 am
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Hestia has spiraled throughout my life

                First, having a mother who was a model Hestia

                there to listen to us when we came home from school every day

                there to cook and bake for everyday and for holidays

                there to sew my dance costumes and make peach jelly

                there, always there for us, my siblings and myself and my father.

 

My life spiraled on to marriage and children and Hestia was there

                She was part of me as I created a home using little money

                She was there as I cooked creatively fixing hamburger 89 ways

                She manifested as I sewed clothing and quilts and made crafts

                all because there was no money to do otherwise

                But in the process it all created a close, warm, loving family 

 

Even when we lived in a tent for 3 months Hestia was a part of my life

                As she displayed that same warm loving atmosphere camping

                in a 12 x 12 tent – 2 kids, husband and wife, German Shepherd

                All centered around the glowing fire in the evening

                telling stories and roasting marshmallows

 

We built a house – literally built it – putting in plumbing and electricity,

                wall boards and kitchen cabinets, bathtubs and toilets,

                painting and sanding, building a fireplace, climbing scaffolding carrying

                cement blocks up so my husband could erect the chimney

                All creating an environment of love and coziness as we gathered

                 around the fireplace and enjoyed the food feasts

                 even as we became vegetarians and I baked all my own bread,

                 it was all done with love

                as I listened to my children as they came home from school

                canned tomatoes and black raspberry jelly, froze green beans and corn

                 all from our garden and stored like money in the bank

 

Children grow and leave – and we decide to move and become self-sufficient

                growing more of our food, cutting all of our wood for the woodstove

                Sitting close to the woodstove since it was our only source of heat

                Digging through rock and clay in the Arkansas Ozarks to create gardens

                with overflowing abundance until the grasshoppers ate much

                Outhouse until well and running water available, shovel and woods before

Perhaps a bit too much Hestia

 

Divorce leads to a soulmate, a house with Bermuda grass to chop back, 

                to turn into a garden and now tomatoes, peppers, herbs and flowers

                needing to work to afford the house

               so it seems Hestia has gone for a bit

                even though I still cook but don’t bake all my bread,

                eat tofu and gluten but don’t make them anymore

 

But then I realize that my work in hospice

                   allows others to be Hestia and stay at home while we help

                   support their loved ones process – at home

                   Everyone wants to be at home

                  whether they are enjoying life and need a refuge

                 or are dying and want to be amongst familiar surroundings

                 with their loved ones and pets, where their comfort has been created.

 

So I not only have Hestia spiraling in my life,

                through listening, and supportive caring

                but my work allows others to have that same refuge

                and provides support to others so they can have the healing haven

As we all need Hestia in a world gone difficult and crazy.

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