I drink what I call ‘mud tea’. My acupuncturist recommended Chinese herbs to help with the heat in my body. Apparently, I’ve too much fire. I do have Ares rising. If you know me, you’ll understand. Any way the tea works well.
Sipping this tea is like stepping back in time…I’m a six-year-old girl growing up in a small town in Texas building mud towns next to our house. I’m sure to have had a bite or two. I’m swinging from ropes across and into creeks. Falling in love with nature. Battling boys with BB Guns who do harm and kill tiny wood creatures indiscriminately.
It’s the 21st Century and I’m still battling boys with guns who harm and kill indiscriminately. How am I different? The choices I make either set me apart or makes me more homogenized. I want to be different. But, in what way? Each of us is different, yet we are also the same. The same feelings of anger, pain, confusion, desperation, joy, peace, love…the whole gambit of feelings flow through us at different times in our lives.
The knowledge of who I truly am, different and the same, humbles me and brings me to a point. When I come here and tap these words in so purposefully it seems more than appropriate that I come straight from the heart, but, afraid to say out loud what lies so deep.
I’m so very sorry for all my transgressions in life. Must I list them? Shame also lives there. Is that not enough? I beg forgiveness and struggle to forgive myself. Resting with love and light as I sip my Mud Tea!