Greetings all,
It's been a week of storms, winds, moon and starlight. The fates are weaving away and small steps have larger implications. Sit for a spell and I'll tell you all about it.
For those of you who follow my Facebook posts you'll know that I submitted my first draft to my volunteer proofreaders/editors. It is a small step after so many along the trudging path of publishing. It hit me quite suddenly that I am an author. Then of course followed the realization that I had been one for quite some time. I've been authoring this blog steadily for two years now, still a book on the horizon really hammered it home to me that I am a writer and not too shabby a one either if you don't mind me tooting my own horn.
Another small piece of my puzzle came late in the week with the help of a photographer. She showed me how to use my light box and set up the lighting to take decent images of my pottery. My office has just the right kind of subdued lighting which makes it perfect for doing documentary photos of my artwork. This took about an hour of playing around with mostly because my phone was the camera and was being uncooperative at both tasks, but it was only a few moments to get the basics down. This solved a problem that has plagued me for years. Now I have hopes of getting my work placed locally and in event sales.
They say great things come in threes and this week has held that as truth. An event page went live midweek for a workshop I'll be teaching in Gettysburg, PA in August. I had the opportunity to lead a introductory workshop on shamanic journeying and I jumped at it. I have a place to stay nearby and there are other events I wish to checkout after my facilitation duties are done. This is the first time I've had to really share some of my shamanic experience in gathering knowledge with others. I'm excited and I've already got one person signed up.
So the power of words is at play as well as the power of images. This has the potential for me to become more known in my fields. Small seeds that will bear fruit in time have started to push their way through the soil. My immediate circumstances are the same as they have been for some time and yet the board is set for the pieces to start moving. I've had tasks before me for so long that I am enjoying a sigh of relief before I plunge ahead on my next adventure.
Blah blah blah Mr. Mooneagle you might be thinking how does this apply to me? Well hold on cheeky I'm getting there. The point is each of these tasks were on their own very small pieces of something that promises to lead to something larger. One slice of fortune can meander into all sorts of terrain some even surprising and unimagined dreamscapes. When I started this magic, mystery and meaning business years ago I had no clue what kingdoms I'd be tromping through. I began as a humble reader of tarot cards and now I teach tai chi, author a weekly blog, bend probabilities and potentialities, I am a Reiki master, I perform marriage ceremonies, write books (well one so far), speak with power animals and guides, teach workshops, and occasionally triumph over the forces of evil. All I thought I would be doing is reading for people. It was the breadcrumbs those mere morsels that blossomed into whole loaves of artisan bread. This too could happen to you.
What seemingly small bits of your life offer hidden possibility? What off chance is really your passport to new lands and opportunity? Where can you delight in the small task well done that may yet yield returns in the far away of tomorrow land? Think on it a bit. There is always something we are up to that could lead to a break out in our fate. So diligently tend to the small grains of potential and set the board for grandness whether or not it deems to show itself for supper, after all if the board isn't set at all surely grandness will never come knocking.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Musings
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
The Drums of Summer
Greetings all,
Summer has made itself known this week with heat and just now the sound of thunder and rain on my windows. I always loved the sound of the rain and the boom of thunder. Today was Father's Day and the summer solstice as well. I have a childhood memory of watching a storm with my father on our covered patio far from where I now live.
Summer is the time to savor the fruits of life, to explore, travel, and taste the winds. On the days where the seasons revolve and the wheel of the year turns I am called to drum. I drum for those in my care. I drum for those I love. I drum to honor the Earth, Creator, and all the little spirits of life. It is my task. I had been ill this week and though I am still recovering I feel a bit refreshed by my ceremony. One of my teachers came and led us in despacho ceremony. We gave to spirit and now we receive in turn.
Several of my loved ones have been ill or hurting in their hearts of late. So I made sure to hold them in love as the drums thundered on. Those in my year of transformation service were named as well. On my path it is given to me to call in spirit and blessings. I am called to make sacred the time and place where I walk. Ceremony is how I do it. Others can do it with a kind word, a glance, an embrace or simply by breathing where they are. I'm not that quiet so I dance and I drum and make a ruckus.
So what about you? Did you call the sun down to love the earth today? Did you thank the winds for the rain? Did you bless those you carry in your heart? We stand here astride the country of summer and try to hold onto its warmth to keep us in the dark half of the year. How do you honor the growing times? Think on it and gaze below at our solstice despacho to share in some of this day's blessings.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Summer has made itself known this week with heat and just now the sound of thunder and rain on my windows. I always loved the sound of the rain and the boom of thunder. Today was Father's Day and the summer solstice as well. I have a childhood memory of watching a storm with my father on our covered patio far from where I now live.
Summer is the time to savor the fruits of life, to explore, travel, and taste the winds. On the days where the seasons revolve and the wheel of the year turns I am called to drum. I drum for those in my care. I drum for those I love. I drum to honor the Earth, Creator, and all the little spirits of life. It is my task. I had been ill this week and though I am still recovering I feel a bit refreshed by my ceremony. One of my teachers came and led us in despacho ceremony. We gave to spirit and now we receive in turn.
Several of my loved ones have been ill or hurting in their hearts of late. So I made sure to hold them in love as the drums thundered on. Those in my year of transformation service were named as well. On my path it is given to me to call in spirit and blessings. I am called to make sacred the time and place where I walk. Ceremony is how I do it. Others can do it with a kind word, a glance, an embrace or simply by breathing where they are. I'm not that quiet so I dance and I drum and make a ruckus.
So what about you? Did you call the sun down to love the earth today? Did you thank the winds for the rain? Did you bless those you carry in your heart? We stand here astride the country of summer and try to hold onto its warmth to keep us in the dark half of the year. How do you honor the growing times? Think on it and gaze below at our solstice despacho to share in some of this day's blessings.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Adding to the Pile
Greetings everyone,
I hope you have had an enjoyable week so far. It has been a very promising one for me. Two new opportunities have dropped into my lap. I finally got a bike lock so now I can do some short commutes with my old (but repaired) bike. It makes me feel like a kid again to ride with the wind flowing through my hair.
This post was inspired by a friend who has been having a tough time of it lately. I care deeply for friends as I have found that real ones are sparse in life at least so far. In the past I have had a tendency to try and fix what is wrong rushing in to aid whichever of my circle is stressed. Which is all fine and dandy if they send out an SOS, but I didn't usually wait for that and would jump into action. I never read comics as a kid, but I sure seem to have the caped complex down pat.
It is all well and good to want to help people. However I realize a lot of times it comes from a place of ego. We all want to be special and to feel needed. Having people need us is alright, but it doesn't build the strongest bonds. After all what happens when someone doesn't need us anymore? Will they not have room for us in their life? When we base our relationships on need that often is the result. A far better thing in my opinion is to have people who don't need you around but they want your company all the same.
We are meant to lean on each other from time to time. That is natural, we are social beings and thrive best in small groups. For all of my fellow empaths out there here is where it gets interesting. You see I am aware of my caped crusading tendencies. I have blogged about them before, but this time I caught myself before I donned my mask and boots. I reminded myself that it is not for me to go out offering grand gestures and inserting myself between people and life's challenges. My job as a friend was simply to add to the pile of the good in their life.
We each have a pile of bad that we all have to carry or learn to set down. It is ours and ours alone. Sometimes people can help us shoulder this burden, but ultimately it is up to us to bear it up or cast it aside. As friends and loved ones we can step in from time to time to aid people when they're about to drop. Most times all we need to do is add to the other pile in their life. There is also a pile of good, or you could call it their bag of blessings. It doesn't erase the other pile, but it does make it easier to carry or set aside for a time. That is really all we need to do for the people in our lives, add to the pile of good.
So how about you? Are you trying to shoulder the burdens of others? Are you addicted to being needed? What would happen if instead of trying to fix everything for everybody you were just a source of good in their life? Would you relax more? Now I am not suggesting you stop helping people just that you put it all in perspective. We're all walking our own road carrying our bags with us. Let's help each other by making each other's bag of good the larger haul.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
I hope you have had an enjoyable week so far. It has been a very promising one for me. Two new opportunities have dropped into my lap. I finally got a bike lock so now I can do some short commutes with my old (but repaired) bike. It makes me feel like a kid again to ride with the wind flowing through my hair.
This post was inspired by a friend who has been having a tough time of it lately. I care deeply for friends as I have found that real ones are sparse in life at least so far. In the past I have had a tendency to try and fix what is wrong rushing in to aid whichever of my circle is stressed. Which is all fine and dandy if they send out an SOS, but I didn't usually wait for that and would jump into action. I never read comics as a kid, but I sure seem to have the caped complex down pat.
It is all well and good to want to help people. However I realize a lot of times it comes from a place of ego. We all want to be special and to feel needed. Having people need us is alright, but it doesn't build the strongest bonds. After all what happens when someone doesn't need us anymore? Will they not have room for us in their life? When we base our relationships on need that often is the result. A far better thing in my opinion is to have people who don't need you around but they want your company all the same.
We are meant to lean on each other from time to time. That is natural, we are social beings and thrive best in small groups. For all of my fellow empaths out there here is where it gets interesting. You see I am aware of my caped crusading tendencies. I have blogged about them before, but this time I caught myself before I donned my mask and boots. I reminded myself that it is not for me to go out offering grand gestures and inserting myself between people and life's challenges. My job as a friend was simply to add to the pile of the good in their life.
We each have a pile of bad that we all have to carry or learn to set down. It is ours and ours alone. Sometimes people can help us shoulder this burden, but ultimately it is up to us to bear it up or cast it aside. As friends and loved ones we can step in from time to time to aid people when they're about to drop. Most times all we need to do is add to the other pile in their life. There is also a pile of good, or you could call it their bag of blessings. It doesn't erase the other pile, but it does make it easier to carry or set aside for a time. That is really all we need to do for the people in our lives, add to the pile of good.
So how about you? Are you trying to shoulder the burdens of others? Are you addicted to being needed? What would happen if instead of trying to fix everything for everybody you were just a source of good in their life? Would you relax more? Now I am not suggesting you stop helping people just that you put it all in perspective. We're all walking our own road carrying our bags with us. Let's help each other by making each other's bag of good the larger haul.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Monday, June 8, 2015
Hope
Greetings all,
I hope you have had a wonderful first week of June. We've had quite the variance in weather from jacket wearing to tank tops. As I pondered this week a topic didn't come to mind until this very afternoon.
We need a reason to continue on to move forward in life. The engine that drives our dreams and our goals is hope. We hope that we can improve our situation or that of our descendants. We hope that we can change, and that we can change the world.
Hope in this day and age is a vanishing art. Cynicism and doubt rule our thinking culture. Hope has come to be associated with the naive and ignorant. I can't tell you how many times I share an advancement or accomplishment that I've seen only to have it torn apart by people. The condescension is palpable any time someone offers a solution to any significant problem. I find all this attitude troubling. We've made being hopeful the antithesis of being intelligent. I don't like where this is going.
When I lose hope in a better world I stagnate. I muddle along and look for distractions instead of progressing on my life's path. I imagine this is much the same for everyone else. They just try to get by and learn not to hope for something better because they think it will bring inevitable disappointment and pain. This is often the case, but to not hope is to give up all chances for any kind of change.
This week it's a short post, but I really want you to think about hope. We get told from a young age not to get our hopes up over and over again until we learn to not hope. Some of us even hope for the worst just so we can have the satisfaction of being right. What kind of world does that make? What kind of life does it leave you?
So ask yourself have you given up on hope? Do you tear down the optimists just so you can feel good about being right? What would happen if you left room for hope? What if you suspended your cynical view for a little while and took a chance that things could work out for the best? What would your life look like? How would you treat yourself and your loved ones?
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
I hope you have had a wonderful first week of June. We've had quite the variance in weather from jacket wearing to tank tops. As I pondered this week a topic didn't come to mind until this very afternoon.
We need a reason to continue on to move forward in life. The engine that drives our dreams and our goals is hope. We hope that we can improve our situation or that of our descendants. We hope that we can change, and that we can change the world.
Hope in this day and age is a vanishing art. Cynicism and doubt rule our thinking culture. Hope has come to be associated with the naive and ignorant. I can't tell you how many times I share an advancement or accomplishment that I've seen only to have it torn apart by people. The condescension is palpable any time someone offers a solution to any significant problem. I find all this attitude troubling. We've made being hopeful the antithesis of being intelligent. I don't like where this is going.
When I lose hope in a better world I stagnate. I muddle along and look for distractions instead of progressing on my life's path. I imagine this is much the same for everyone else. They just try to get by and learn not to hope for something better because they think it will bring inevitable disappointment and pain. This is often the case, but to not hope is to give up all chances for any kind of change.
This week it's a short post, but I really want you to think about hope. We get told from a young age not to get our hopes up over and over again until we learn to not hope. Some of us even hope for the worst just so we can have the satisfaction of being right. What kind of world does that make? What kind of life does it leave you?
So ask yourself have you given up on hope? Do you tear down the optimists just so you can feel good about being right? What would happen if you left room for hope? What if you suspended your cynical view for a little while and took a chance that things could work out for the best? What would your life look like? How would you treat yourself and your loved ones?
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
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