Saturday, November 29, 2008

Faces in my mind

Faces in my mind
Feel free to enlighten me with any thoughts that cross your mind concerning the following...

For several years now, I have had a problem with faces appearing for an instant and then fading only to be replaced by a new face.

This happens when I am meditating, or trying to fall asleep. My eyes are always closed.

This year, 2008, I began drawing faces. Dozens and dozens of faces. My sister always asks me "who is this" to which I reply, "nobody I know." It's just a face. Most of the faces are caucasian and a few are african american. Many of them are nuns. There seems to be an almost equal balance of male to female. Very few of them are children.

What's interesting is that since I began drawing the faces, I don't see as many faces when my eyes are closed. Wonder why?

Occasionally, I will encounter a face I drew a few days later, usually on TV, but that's probably because I don't get out much.

The only faces I have recognized belonged to my Father, shortly before his death, and my Mother, shortly before her death.

No thoughts come with the faces and sometimes I find myself asking them to stay longer so I can examine their features.

Has anyone ever experienced or heard of this before?

If you think I'm crazy, please don't bother to tell me.

By the way, these aren't the same as the faces I see while praying for someone. Sometimes I will see people I know, almost as if in a vision, while I'm praying for them or for someone else, which I feel indicates that I should shift my "praying" focus to the person who has appeared. But at these times, the face, and sometimes the full body, remain in my mind's eye apparently until I am "done" praying for them. Then they fade.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Taken for granted

"The enlightened give thanks for what most people take for
granted. As you begin to be grateful for what most people take
for granted, that vibration of gratitude makes you more receptive
to good in your life." -- Rev. Michael Beckwith

Thankful for the gifted

One of the things that has begun to irritate me as I get older is the lack of talent among so-called professionals. Actually, it's not talent they're lacking, it's a gift for the trade, art, or whatever you want to call it.

If you have ever ordered school photos of your child, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Many times I have been shocked at the poor quality of the pose.

My daughter is a senior in high school and is struggling with choices for her future. So I took the opportunity to explain the difference between having an interest in something, having a passion for something, and having a gift ( a calling ) for something.

I believe if you have a gift for something, a gift you were born with, then that is something that should be nurtured and pursued with great passion.

Anyone can learn photography, but only those who have been given the gift of the artistic eye of a true photographer can capture the perfect pose along with the proper lighting and background. Only a gifted photographer can snap the camera capturing the perfect expression. That's something you can try to learn, but apparently it isn't taught, so I have no idea if it is possible to acquire the knack of getting the right facial expression that parents long to have.

I've seen wedding photos that cost a fortune and yet they didn't compare to the photos I snapped myself. Not bragging here, just stating a fact.

Many people (as we have seen on American Idol) believe they can sing simply because they "love" to sing, yet obviously to the rest of the world they have no "gift" of singing. Maybe some of them could actually learn to sing if they put in the time (and the money) with a vocal coach, but many of them have been lied to if they have been told they can sing.

Perhaps it's a problem of this generation of parents who are told to praise their children to build self esteem. Hmmm, if the pride is false and without any substance, then what good does it really do a person? They may end up humiliating themselves because someone told them they were "good" at something they stunk at.

I remember in my younger, dating days, getting on the dance floor with many a guy who thought he could dance. Of course, dancing is one of those things we do for the sheer joy of it, so it really doesn't matter if you can dance or not. No one really cares unless you are putting on a show. So I guess dancing doesn't count.

At any rate, I am thankful for those who do have gifts, who discover them, and then pursue them with the passion a gift deserves. I wish all such gifted people the best of luck and success in their chosen profession.

And by the way, I believe we are all gifted with something.
Finding it is the problem.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

My washer and dryer

washer and dryer
It came to my attention this past week that I had forgotten the blessing of having a washer and dryer in my home.

When I was a little girl, I had to hang the clothes outside, take them down, iron them, and even had to starch a few things. We even ironed the sheets!

But that was nothing compared to generations of the past. They actually had to wash one item at a time - can you imagine? Washing clothes would have taken an entire day.

I still hate laundry, but now I can at least remember to say "Thank You" when I load those dirties into the machine, turn it on and walk away.

I can say thank you again when I return to the washer, take out the clothes and load them into the dryer which is right beside the washer, turn the dryer on, and then walk away.

I can even say thank you while I'm folding, putting away and hanging up clothes - all of which can be done in a matter of minutes, not a day.

Thank God for washers and dryers!