Tag: Meryl Streep

  • And Now A Warning!

    From the 1992 film, “Death Becomes Her”:

    [Lisle (Isabella Rossellini) hands Madeleine (Meryl Streep) the vial of potion.]

    Madeleine: “Bottoms up.”

    [She drinks the potion.]

    Lisle Von Rhuman: “Now a warning.”

    Madeleine: “NOW a warning?”

    This information may feel a lot like that. It has been an intense yet slow-moving past few months, with many of us feeling very out of sorts, even to the point of having difficult and painful experiences. But there’s a reason, according to the stars. The five outer planets (Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto) have ALL been retrograde. When a planet goes retrograde, everything related to that planet goes wonky.

    If everything related to all of these wasn’t enough, Mercury also went retrograde September 27 until October 18, with a “shadow period” that lasts a few weeks before and after the actual retrograde.

    Now a warning…. This will be a very intense time, as we are reflecting upon all the partnerships, relationships, and friendships in our lives to understand where we fit in. Is there balance and peace between us? Do we feel at home with these people?

    See: Why You Might Be Feeling Off Lately.

    I have certainly been experiencing this, as have the people in my life.


    In the Tuesday, October 26, Dharma Path class we were guided to reflect on the following, with the guidance of realizing, “If we can’t hold ourselves in our hearts we can’t hold each other.”

  • Of what am I dismissive in myself?
  • What part/s of myself do I not hold in my heart?
  • What needs my loving attention?
  • I wrote in my journal:
    wounded sexuality
    left hip/knee/foot
    inner worrywart

    To begin this difficult process we were to reflect on a part of ourselves that we do embrace. That was easier. I love that I am a hearth-keeper, baking cookies, making meals, helping and supporting. I love being a nurturer.

    We were gently reminded, “These parts are real. When we are dismissive we can’t bring them into our heart. We have all lost something dear to us. We all have a community within us. It is time to invite ourselves back into our hearts.”

    We were instructed to look into the camera and really allow ourselves to see ourselves and to be seen through the eyes of unconditional love.

    It was powerful.

    At one point, the eyes literally became the eyes of my dad! I could see clearly how I had stepped in to the wounded sexuality when my dad’s indiscretion resulted in him passing syphilis to my mom while she was pregnant for me. Then my having been sexualized at a young age; my getting pregnant at 15, married at 16, at a time when females were not allowed to stay in school. Loss of libido and intimacy with the hysterectomy in 2012. Such loss…. Dismissive? Lord, yes.

    But suddenly I could see this all having come from conditions – this line of wounded sexuality did not begin with me!

    A flood of appreciation washed over my soul.

    I wrote in my journal:
    I have healed the line of wounded sexuality. I did not start it. I stepped into it.

    As I was working on this post, a friend sent the perfect “Inspiration” from a Network For Grateful Living Gratefulness.org:

    Place your hand on your heart. Feel what surfaces in the fullness of that space. Joy, sorrow, anger, contentment, sadness, delight, vulnerability. Perhaps an unnameable tone. Whatever you notice, allow it to simply be. Let it be okay. Let yourself soften.

    When we hold ourselves and others tenderly, we nurture the relationships that make life possible. Tending is the embodiment of tenderness and so a direct path to shared belonging. We stretch toward and from the heart, extending to others and ourselves expressions of humility, compassion, and care. As Trui Snyman says in the short film Tenderness: “People are hard on each other, people are hard on themselves.…We could all do with more tenderness.”

    In moments of difficulty, tenderness can serve as a starting place, offering fertile ground for the cultivation of gratefulness. Soften, and open up to the unending gifts of the great mystery in which you belong. Soften, and feel yourself fortified. Soften. Stretch toward and from your heart.

    Like the weather, moods change.

    Soften….

    And now another warning: Venus goes retrograde on December 19 until January 29, 2021.

  • Calamity and Collapse


    Grapevine Daily Quote
    May 30
    “Truly transforming spiritual experiences are nearly always founded on calamity and collapse.”
    AA Co-Founder, Bill W., August 1957, “The Physicians”, The Language of the Heart

    August of 2017 was a month of ginormous change. We were settling into our new tiny home. My brother-in-law, Jim, passed peacefully early in the morning on Wednesday, August 16. My nephew, David, was released from prison and began what was to be one year of parole. Over the months, I have mentioned him in previous blog posts. The story of his being accepted at the men’s mission in Holland (Google Maps and 70×7); helping him get his commercial driver’s license back (A Wonderful Week); calling on kitty therapy to breathe through a crisis (Pure Positive Energy); confessions of dealing with fearful patterns (The Voice of Assurance); and his being incarcerated again (Depression: The Secret We Share).

    Through each of these posts, my fingers on the keyboard brought clarity, peace, and sanity in times of calamity and collapse. Today, again, I write.

    Last week David got out of Jail, and his mom picked him up and brought him to St. Joseph to get his truck. His job was going to keep him, and the place where he was staying was going to let him come back. Within 24 hours he cut himself out of the tether, and went on a binge again. Two days later he called his mom, asking for $200 or the dealers were going to “bash his head in.” She told him she didn’t have the money, and for him to try to get away. He ended up having my brother-in-law come and get him and he turned himself in again. His parole agent said David is in a very dark place and has asked to be sent back to prison saying parole is too hard.

    These posts are about my process, as much as they are about David. I share his pain, his disappointment, his discouragement, his despair.

    I am reminded of a funeral I went to decades ago. I do not even remember now who the woman was but I remember she had committed suicide. The pastor talked about the way we tend to view the whole by looking at a single part. He lifted up how hard she had fought the depression, how many moments of success she had experienced, how much she loved life and her family. He reminded us to remember those moments too, not just this moment of her death.

    Part of my therapy this week was watching Momma Mia! (again). Feeling my chest tighten, witnessing the lump in my throat, and welcoming tears as Meryl Streep and Amanda Seyfried sing “Slipping Through My Fingers” , I knew I was also watching for David. Here are the lyrics, but if you can, please, click on the link to watch the clip. Streep is brilliant. Seeing this clip is moving because it holds such truth for our human condition.

    Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
    Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
    I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
    And I have to sit down for a while
    The feeling that I’m losing her forever
    And without really entering her world
    I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
    That funny little girl
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    I try to capture every minute
    The feeling in it
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Do I really see what’s in her mind
    Each time I think I’m close to knowing
    She keeps on growing
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
    Barely awake, I let precious time go by
    Then when she’s gone there’s that odd melancholy feeling
    And a sense of guilt I can’t deny
    What happened to the wonderful adventures
    The places I had planned for us to go
    (Slipping through my fingers all the time)
    Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t
    And why I just don’t know
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    I try to capture every minute
    The feeling in it
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Do I really see what’s in her mind
    Each time I think I’m close to knowing
    She keeps on growing
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
    And save it from the funny tricks of time
    Slipping through my fingers…
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
    Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile..
    Songwriters: Benny Andersson / Bjoern K Ulvaeus / Bjorn Ulvaeus
    Slipping Through My Fingers lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

    This morning I hold my mala beads as I let the illusion wash away:

    Marker bead: Namo Prajna, Paramita Hridaya. Homage to the wisdom mind.

    63rd Bead: Whatever has the nature to arise has the nature to cease and is not me nor mine.
    64th bead: When wholesome thoughts arise, cultivate the wholesome.
    When unwholesome thoughts arise, abandon the unwholesome.
    65th bead: Tend the contents of the mind with compassion, as a mindful gardener tends his garden.
    66th bead: This is the way to purify the mind and
    remove the clouds that obscure the vision of ultimate reality.

    Intention bead: In this way will I train myself.

    David is not his actions, skillful or unskillful. He is not his thoughts, wholesome or unwholesome. He is not his emotions, pleasant or painful. Nor are you and neither am I. May all beings come to the end of suffering.

    P.S. Let me know if you would like a copy of the 108 Bead “Daily Recollection” version by Barbara Brodsky of Deep Spring Meditation Center.