Just For Today – the passage of time

‘Time is an ever flowing river of life’

It was my mothers anniversary last week, she has been gone for 8 years. I can’t believe it has been that long, it seems like only yesterday that I watched her leave this earthly plane. I was sat there thinking about her last week and wondering where does all the time go. It passes us by and we barely notice.

It is funny really my life has changed so much in the last 8 years. I have become more awakened to myself, which has meant that I have gained more insight and knowledge. Insight and knowledge not just about me but about my mother and how so alike we are and I never realised that.

At her funeral I was talking to my mothers sister, we talked about my mother, and we talked about me and why I was such a free spirit and nomadic – and the reason was that my great grandmother was a Romany Gypsy. I never knew that information, my mother had never mentioned that to me. But it did provide a piece of my ancestral history puzzle.

As the years have gone by since her death I have learned more about my mother, who she was and why she behaved a certain way. She was always frustrated in her life, she was always trying to work it out, she was always thinking. She would sit for hours in the kitchen looking out of the window thinking. I believe she was a healer like me and she just couldn’t work it out. She was a very spiritual person, she believed in our creator and she had no fear of death. She knew about life and this reality, but kept it to herself. Her life wasn’t easy and she was sad for most of it. My great sadness is that I wasn’t so awake as I am now when she was alive. I could have talked to her about things, and she would have known that I knew what she was going through because I have gone through the same things.

The passage of time is a great teacher if we pay attention. Time waits for no man as they say. But the passage of time allows us to reflect on the past and see the things more clearly that we didn’t see before. That is certainly true with regards to my mum. The understanding I have of her now helps me to see and understand myself just a little bit more.

Just For Today – Lockdown Tuesday

‘Gratitude is at the heart of our souls’

It’s funny the things you take for granted. We live our lives and we don’t really think about things much. I know that sometimes I can get complacent about things and just ride along with life. But today I am feeling an immense sense of gratitude.

It’s Tuesday and I generally go food shopping on a Tuesday, which I did today. I was all overcome with excitement at the prospect of going out and buying my weeks shopping. And I realised for the last month or so I have been getting really excited just to go shopping. Lockdown Tuesday has taken on a whole new meaning.

I am in Ireland at the moment and here we are only supposed to venture out for exercise within 2km of your house. So the prospect of being able to go further afield to do the weekly shop seems really naughty and exciting. I suppose it feels like being let out of the cage and feeling what freedom feels like once a week. So my shopping was bought and brought home and it felt like Christmas.

It made me realise how easily we become conditioned to things. And that is a frightening thought, we mustn’t become conditioned to being restricted. We must always stand up and fight for our freedoms, because without freedom we really do become caged animals. It is up to us adults to make sure that our children, grandchildren and our great grandchildren are afforded the same freedoms that we have enjoyed in our lives.

It is a beautiful day here again. I am filled with gratitude for the sun that warms my face, and gratitude for Lockdown Tuesday with it’s abundance of healthy and nutritious food.

Just For Today

‘Will our lives be as before, or will our consciousness be ever expanded’

You do wonder where this will all lead. I wonder if our lives will ever be the same again? When you see the way we have to queue up at the supermarket like little ants or robots, all waiting for the nod that it is our turn to walk up and down the aisles collecting our essential food items. How quickly we have conformed to the narrative of social distancing.

It is very sad to see. How I want to go back to my normal way of shopping. With me there is no method in the madness. I randomly go from one end of the shop to the other, crisscrossing my way with no uniformity, I don’t do uniformity. I am sick of this China inspired way of living. Next we will all be told how to walk down the street, stomping our legs up and down while we swing our arms by our sides. We will be told it is an updated form of social distancing and it saves lives ‘walk like a prat, do as you are told, stay home, save lives’

Aside from that it has been another beautiful day, a bit colder, but the sun has shone. I am biding my time right now, waiting for travel restrictions to be lifted so I can travel, I am counting the days. I know that life is about experiences, but this is one experience I am not enjoying. I do wonder how many lies are being told. Peoples lives are being turned upside down and for what. I look at the politicians and all I see is liars, everyone of them. But I do believe in the end goodness always wins and the truth always emerges. People will always seek out the truth. That is why we have intuition and gut feeling it is our barometer to the truth. You can’t hide from the truth because the truth always comes knocking.

Stillness

In the stillness of the morning, in the stillness of time, I hear the universe, and it is all mine,


When the world is flowing, and we are connected as one, let the passage of knowing, and a sense that we belong,


We may not understand it, and we may fight against it, but life should be harmonious when the light is lit within it,


Remember who we are for we are not mere mortals, but special enlightened beings on a journey that has just begun,


When our time here is over and we go home, we will look back on the stillness of the morning, and realise that our lives are always one.

© Eileen Rowley