Limiting Our Good

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“Expect your every need to be met, expect the answer to every problem, expect abundance at every level, expect to grow spiritually.” – Eileen Caddy

This quote appears in The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, in the chapter on Recovering A Sense of Possibility. It represents the reality that we are entitled to, but it’s often the opposite of how so many of us think – we tend to limit our good. We don’t do it consciously, but rather as having absorbed and thus practiced over a lifetime a mentality of scarcity, of there never being enough. Or thoughts that our good fortune will run out. Or why would we be deserving of having our wishes fulfilled? There are a multitude of variations and we each know our own.

From the time we were small we were trained by our parents, our teachers, our ministers, etc. in specific ways we should always behave, even if we instinctively felt they were wrong. But in order to receive approval, to be a “good” boy or a “good” girl, we acquiesced and changed our behavior, never wanting to be snubbed or punished. Depending on who these figures were/are, they may have filled us with ideas of staying small and not believing in our dreams, with ideas of scarcity and lack.

And so we have grown, but not thrived, always worrying where our next raise, job, mortgage payment or creative idea will come from. The idea that all our positive expectations might be met is unfathomable.

So then, instead of opening ourselves to possibility and gratefully accepting the good we’re offered, we further complicate things and refuse it because it isn’t exactly the way we wanted it. And wanting it only our way is another way of limiting our good.

We are part of a loving, creative, abundant universe … there IS enough but to truly experience it, we first need to change how we think. We need to know that when we change our thinking and open ourselves to all abundance and possibility, and trust that it will come to us in the form we most need it regardless of the limitations we keep trying to impose, we will then be on our way.

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Does A Cricket Matter?

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On a recent Wednesday night I came home rather late, but being as I wasn’t tired yet, decided to watch a Will and Grace rerun. Settled in to the TV room, I was aware of the usual summer evening sounds – tree frogs, katydids, crickets. One cricket in particular seemed quite loud, possibly on the porch roof right outside one of the windows. I went over to listen; it really was quite loud. Then I realized the sound was, in fact, coming from inside the room. The cricket had somehow managed to get up to the second floor and in the corner behind the kitty litter box. It was too dark for me to see him, so on and on he sang, while I wondered how I was going to get him back outside.
Trapping and releasing insects is not new for me, but I do like to have the advantage of seeing them first and ideally, not having them jump or crawl on me. Daylight would work better and I figured tomorrow would be soon enough to figure this out. I went to bed, listening to the cricket in the next room singing … singing for a mate despite the odds of finding her in the room of a house, singing for help, singing his last song … I couldn’t tell.
In the morning I moved things around and got a quick view of him – a good-sized black field cricket. But he jumped further back and was lost to me again. I didn’t want him to be mangled by the cats, nor to die without even some grass beneath him, but there didn’t seem any easy way to get him.
That evening, back in the room, it was totally quiet … had he died? Then I heard a quiet little chirp. I did whatever a human can do in reaching out to an insect … just opening myself to let him know I’d get him back to his home if he’d let me help him. Amazingly, not too much later, he appeared on the carpet in front of the TV … no big jumps, probably tired and dehydrated. Or maybe he knew his window of opportunity to get home had opened. I checked the cats and they weren’t noticing, so got a box lid and quickly covered him. Slid the piece of cardboard under him and ran downstairs – front porch lights on, and laid the makeshift rescue trap on the walk’s edge next to the grass.
I lifted the lid, but there he sat. I tapped the cardboard and yet he sat.
`C’mon, little guy – it’s your grass … go!’ and I tapped the cardboard again. This time he did a cricket sized leap into the dark, wet lawn. He made it.
Does a cricket’s life matter? It did to that one. And I’d say, by the quiet little grin that stuck itself on my face for the rest of the night, that little life mattered to me, too.

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Why Write A Blog?

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Dandie DinmontKnowing the answer to this question was the determining factor for me as to why I would or wouldn’t have a blog. Yeah, I always have lots to say as do tons of people on the web, and yeah, it would be a great way of sharing my thoughts and hearing those of others. But what would make it really worth it?
My conclusion was this … for one thing, it would ensure that I, as a writer, would be writing every day. It also would inspire me, as an artist, to maybe draw something for the blog every day or at least often, and THAT would be fun to share. Then, I think, you the visitor, would have something good to come back for and enjoy.
So in between my work, I’m still learning how to do this stuff … check back soon!