Years ago, when my oldest four were small, I had a homestead not the house pictured. Although the house was modern, it was heated solely with wood. Usually the job of bringing in firewood belonged to G.I. Joe and I, but one fall afternoon I decided to expedite the task by including the younger three as well. The girls took to the task quickly, but Mr. Man had other ideas. While the rest of us were heading out the door, that little rascal disappeared. On my second trip back into the house with an armload of wood, I decided to investigate his disappearance I had assumed that he was looking for his chronically missing shoes and found him crouched behind his bed testing the "out of sight, out of mind" theory. Unwilling to be punked by a four year old, I hustled him outside while he howled about the cruelty of forcing such a delicate individual out into the cold.
By this time the wood box was nearly full, so I informed Mr. Man that the last two armloads of wood were his responsibility. He continued to howl about the frigid temperature in the 40's while the rest of us filtered back into the house. For the next ten minutes, I watched from the kitchen window as he stomped back and forth in front of the woodpile, kicking at the ground as he went. With out any prompting from me, his brother went out and offered to help him, but was answered with a screamed, "Go away!" About fifteen minutes into the saga, I went to stoke the fire and returned to the kitchen to see that Mr. Man was laying on top of the wood pile with his arms crossed defiantly, muttering under his breath. Cracking open the kitchen door I heard his mantra, "I'm cold. I'm cold. I'm cold." Returning to the wood pile, I explained the lack of logic in his protest. If he would just bring in two arm loads of wood he could stay in the nice warm house for the rest of the day. In response he added kicking feet to the crossed arm, muttering pose.
|Hamming it up for the camera: Mr. Man (13) and G.I Joe (16)|
Those of us on a Pagan life path would probably all agree that peace and enlightenment of some form are major goals in our lives. We have an idea image of what we long to become, but we drag our feet when it comes to study and meditation. When life is busy or stressful we seem to balk at self improvement more than ever and that is when we need centering the most. That is how we get stuck out on the wood pile when we would rather be snuggled up near the fire.
Read a article about chakras or alternative medicine, take a quiet nature walk, spend a few moments breathing deeply and visualizing the person you want to be...Thirty minutes of focused "me" time every day will make a noticeable difference now and a life changing difference in the long run. Every beautiful bird starts out as a humble egg.