Time to start up the blog again. I grew up listening to my parent’s music, and Peter, Paul and Mary were some of my favorites. I recently bought a Peter, Paul and Mary album on iTunes, and it’s wonderful. For many years, I have had a pretty strong emotional reaction to “Puff the Magic Dragon”. It’s the line “a dragon lives forever, but not so little boys…” Today, it struck me, that I can feel around here a bit and probably uncover something. Quite obviously it has something to do with fear of growing up. That is not a new concept for me, but there is more to it. It’s a separation thing. “Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave.” I never believed in lifelong friends. I could do it myself, and I could do it better. That belief does not serve me. Can’t beat it away with a hammer. Can’t use dynamite. Gotta let is slide off like a rotten mushroom. Like water off a duck’s back. Like hot fudge on mint chip ice cream. Easy.
IN other news, I’ve recently been advised to treat my body as a temple. Which I am enjoying playing with. Hot baths and candles and broccoli and mac and cheese. My body loves me. I love it. And with a little intention and focus, it’s fun to treat myself. Hot stone massage tomorrow!
Oh, and I think there’s another thing about Puff. Part of my not growing up. It’s because it says “not so little boys”. I lived as a boy in my head for the first few years of my life. I remember the day my mom told me I had to wear a shirt to go outside, and my brother didn’t have to. And I decided that my life was now limited. I really was a girl, and that sucked.
Here’s to the beliefs that are floating away today…that my life is limited…that I can do it better by myself…that my body is a garbage pail.
Hello abundance! Hello cooperative creation! Hello temple of myself. Feels good.