As our summer travels lead us into autumn, sunny green transforms into rich reds and golds. Following the meandering road past the amiable waters of a tree-lined creek toward the valley below, we round the bend and are suddenly confronted with a breathtaking vista. There before us is the golden prairie, encased in a rainbow's arc, its fertile fields ripe with our creative yield. A feast for our eyes and soul. Now we must choose the value in our harvest.
"To be a choicemaker...means that what you choose to do or be must correspond with what is true for you at a soul level. What you do with your life is then meaningful; it is something you know in your bones, at your core, in your soul. It is impossible for anyone else to know your truth or judge it, particularly since the same role and set of circumstances can fulfill one woman and restrict another." Jean Shinoda Bolen, M.D., advises in Goddesses in Older Women: Archetypes in Women Over Fifty.
Our life's rewards include baskets full of promises fulfilled, although it is sometimes difficult to find them among our everyday lives. Harold Klemp, in The Art of Spiritual Dreaming, cautions us to be more aware of our inner treasures. "When we travel in the physical world, we're often in a greater state of awareness than usual; everything is strange and different enough for us to take notice. But back at home things are more commonplace. We follow the same routine for so many years: get up at the certain time, take a shower, stumble out the front door, and go to work. If somebody were to ask you to describe the house on the corner of the third block from your home, you probably couldn't do it. It's too commonplace; there is nothing to strike the mental screen to make it stand out and cause you to remember. it's the same way with the inner worlds. Many people fail to remember their experiences because when you're there, it is so natural that the inner and outer blend into each other."
Do we pay close attention to our satisfying friendships with swan and cat, gentle breezes through lace curtains and neighborly meetings on the front porch swing? How often have we forgotten to cherish the tender mercies of family and friends, gentle warmth of an autumn evening and cozy silence beneath a starry sky?
These are easily overlooked under the pressure of daily events. Learning from adverse experience and letting it be the catalyst to pleasurable events is part of life's lessons. In The Purpose of Your Life: Finding Your Place in the World Using Synchronicity, Intuition, and Uncommon Sense, Carol Adrienne writes, "There is a purpose in everything that happens. When you take this perspective -- that everything happens or doesn't happen -- in your life is necessary to the fulfillment of your life purpose, you begin to become more alert and tuned in to what you may have been oblivious to before. This one assumption gives you a sense that no matter what your external world looks like, you have the ability to learn, grow, and choose the next step based on what is given."
Paula Gunn Allen, in The Sacred Hoop: Recovering the Feminine in American Indian Traditions, brings us closer to personal fulfillment by reminding us of our divine heritage as women. "In the beginning was thought, and her name was Woman, The Mother, the Grandmother, recognized from earliest times into the present among those peoples of the Americas who kept to the eldest traditions, is celebrated in social structures, architecture, law, custom, and the oral tradition. To her we owe our lives, and from her comes our ability to endure...She is the Old Woman who tends the fires of life, She is the Old Woman Spider who weaves us together in a fabric of interconnection. She is the Eldest God, the one who Remembers and RE-members and...we endure into the present, alive, certain of our significance, certain of her centrality, her identity as the Sacred Hoop of Be-ing."
The Eldest God. The family matriarch. The mother who tends the home fires. The maiden just beginning life's journey. The girl who celebrates the wonders of life. She is us; we are her. And like the golden prairie encased in the rainbow's arc, life spreads before us, filled with promise and delight.
By Loretta Kemsley
Women Artists and Writers International
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