Piece of Cake

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Dealing with my anger has been challenging. Now that I have a minor? concussion, I have noticed my agitation increase. It is one of many possible manifestations of a brain injury, but hey, I’ve felt agitated for many years. I am wired with a short fuse and an impatient nature.

Anger has plagued me off and on through out my life. As a young adult, my temper was out of control at times. My behavior has certainly calmed down as I have matured, but often impatience or anxiety morph into verbal outbursts that I quickly regret.

I have been consciously working on monitoring my agitation and managing my responses  accordingly. Lately as work as become more stressful, I notice resentment becoming more dominant in daily living. Honestly, life has really been throwing me so much more than I am capable of handling. So I am slowing down even more and redirecting my thoughts as often as needed.

Yesterday I visited Cake for the first time, for what I hoped would be a quick lunch. It is a lovely little restaurant/bakery attached to a popular gift boutique. It is known to be loud and crowded, but I figured it would be quiet this weekend. I was wrong.

I was made to wait an inordinate amount of time for a table. I thought it was because I was dining alone and this is a long-held resentment of mine. I have thought that single people are treated poorly by the public in general. It turns out that in this instance it was not the case. But yet I was snarky, sarcastic, and nasty to some of the staff and I noticed it was creating much negativity. I wanted to change this energy if I could. What if it is time for this long-held belief to be discarded?

Once I was seated, I began to relax. I noticed a couple of women dining to my left and one of them was wearing exquisite, unusual jewelry. I did something I rarely do, I initiated a conversation with them.  It felt awkward initially, but one of the women eventually engaged with me. I complimented her on the fabulous bracelet and ring she was wearing. Turns out the pink ring was a pink sapphire. It was otherworldly in its beauty. We discussed local restaurants and I was given the names of some vegetarian places to try. Considering my dietary changes, I am on the lookout for healthier places to add to my list. I am glad that I made the overture as it was beneficial for all concerned.

The food at Cake was delicious. While the waitress was not so great, I decided to be gracious. She reminded me of Jennifer Aniston and I told her so. She lit up at this remark and her energy shifted. As she became softer, so did I. Love when that happens!

I flashed back to a recent day out with my mom. She is an extrovert and delights in talking with random people wherever she goes. I can now see how extending myself and shifting my focus can have excellent results. It was not an easy transformation, but definitely worthwhile. Who said spiritual growth was a piece of cake?

 

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Always in Style

Here is my Linda post from 5-28-13, nearly 2 years ago, re-packaged for Sindy’s Let’s Go Retro challenge. Funny, this reminds me of my Cosmic Retrograde Challenge back in the day… But I digress.

I chose this particular post because it is still relevant today. I am currently learning more about my ancestors with a genealogist friend and it is quite exciting. Hopefully I will gain more insight into some of the themes explored in this story about identity and history.

What is interesting to me is the relationship between current stirrings in pop culture and trends that are reconfigured from a different slice of time and space. My girl Taylor Swift illustrates this well in her song Style.

Reviewing the past and shifting one’s perspective can alter both one’s perception of the past and the future. Self development will never go out of style because love of self is classic.

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Linden Tree

 

My experience as a blogger has been incredibly organic. Things just occur in their own way and time. Today I found myself at the Daily Prompt and noticed today’s assignment –  Daily Prompt: Say Your Name  Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

I read this and thought ” Oh yeah I’m doing this!” So my first name is Linda and I had read years ago  it was Germanic in origin and meant pretty or beautiful. I later learned it was also Spanish , which made more sense to me considering how it is spelled. Then I researched a bit more from Wikipedia: 

Linda is a female given name.

  • The name might be derived from the same root as the linden tree, from Germanic lind meaning “soft, tender” ultimately from a Celtic root. The image of the tree is used to indicate a gentle personality.
  • It may also come from the neo Latin language (Italian, Spanish or Portuguese) word linda, which is the feminine form of lindo, meaning “beautiful, pretty, cute” or “cleaned” (Spanish).
  • Alternatively it may be derived from the mythical creature/concept known as ouroboros, in the variations “Celt Lindworm” (a wingless bipedal dragon) and “Scandinavian Lindworm” (a seaserpent).
  • Muchalinda, Mucalinda or Mucilinda is also the name of the naga (snake-like being), who protected the Buddha from the elements after his enlightenment.

In some languages, such as German, the name is frequently used in combination with another name, using the suffix “-linde”, for example in Sieglinde or Heidelinde.

Lynda is a common variant spelling of the name in English. Among other names in use in English speaking countries that include the -linda suffix are MelindaBelinda, Celinda, Rosalinda and Mirlinda.

It can also be a related name for Lindsay.

The name days for Linda are on September 1 (Czech Rep.), June 20 (Sweden), April 15 (Finland/Germany), February 13 (Hungary, Poland), September 2 (Slovakia), September 4 (Poland) and August 21 (Latvia).

I like the linden tree definition as I would describe myself as someone with a soft and tender heart. Then there are the ouroboros and naga interpretations involving wingless dragons and snakes. The serpent is represented in the glyph of the Scorpio zodiac sign. Well, I am a Scorpio and since these creatures conjure up of the lower leanings of those with scorpionic tendencies,  perhaps my parents knew what they were doing!

I was named after my paternal grandfather Louis who died tragically as a result of a car accident when my dad was still a child. By tradition I was named by choosing  the First letter of a deceased relative’s name. I have several older cousins who were given other female L names before I was born, but I am glad they weren’t named Linda. I would have been named Louis if I was a boy , but then again only if my older cousins were all female.

But why Linda? Louise, Louisa, Lenore, Laura, Laurie, Lana, or Lorraine were all available. My dad said he really loved this song called Linda and would sing it to us from time to time. I just learned, sigh! the power of the internet, that it was written for Linda Eastman aka Linda McCartney. Didn’t realize that we had so much in common…….

 

 

I would not change my first name. It means beautiful and I need to be reminded that we are all beautiful on occasion. I also believe that my grandfather’s passing defined my father’s identity, and some of that grief and pain was transferred to my DNA. I wish I could have met him.  I know much more about his impact on my family then about who he really was as a person.

In addition, although there are no known Latin roots in my father’s lineage, he looked Spanish and people would often speak Spanish to him when we visited Florida. Strangers thought he was Cuban. Ironically my Latin ancestry is on my Mother’s side and she does not have any indicative Latin features. I, on the other hand, resemble both my father and grandfather in appearance. See how this all ties together.

This multicultural theme brings me to the my final point. While growing up I thought Linda was such an ordinary name. So many of my peers were also named Linda. Yet when Billy Joel came on the scene, I discovered that he also had a multiethnic background similar to mine. Then I heard his song Rosalinda which was written about his mother. The song details his longing for Cuba and seeing his past in his mother’s eyes. I immediately became enchanted with it. On some visceral level, I thought he had written it for me.  I could clearly see that my name is an integral part of my own unique story.

 

 
 

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Hindsight is 20/10

Those who are familiar with this blog know I am fascinated with time. Many of my favorite films and songs are devoted to this subject. This post is part of the daily prompt series and it has litebeing chronicles written all over it! I am incredibly analytic and have spent many hours ( translation – weeks) going over major decision points to see if I chose correctly. Maybe it started when me and my high school buddy began to play the ” What if ” game, trying to predict outcomes regarding our crushes of the moment. Then again, who knows.

Psychology or writing: turns out this is not an either/or question, but a multiple choice item(Both A and B are correct).

Quit the job or keep the job: guess what, it doesn’t matter if you don’t work on yourself!

Paper or plastic: just testing to see if you paying attention, April Fools!

 

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What I realized eventually is that most of the time I made the best choices I could have under the circumstances. Most of my choices were not made lightly and while I often predicted an accurate and sometimes unfortunate outcome, I still did the best that I could.

There were a few situations I could have avoided had I not made decisions that I knew were dumb and made them anyway. When I was about 5 or so, my aunt kept telling me not to rock the metal chair I was sitting in all the way back towards the concrete. It was so much fun so I ignored her. The doctor who stitched me up said I was lucky I didn’t lose an eye.

Another time me and my teenage friends got high in the bathroom at a PAL ( Police Athletic League) dance. Who does that! Fortunately, a deal was made where my friend gave up her supplier in exchange for the cops not hauling our sorry butts to the station. Oh were we mad when they would not return our stash. I do not know what was stupider, getting high at the dance or actually going to the dance? Yes, I saw this outcome  a mile away.

I have also considered do- overs and realize that I do not want to relive any part of my life. This is because I would have to give up the ripple effects that each choice created. I am simply not down with that. I do wish that I would have taken some sage advice a bit sooner. It would have saved me some pain and heartache, to say the least. Here are some pearls of wisdom that are worth mentioning:

Pick your battles wisely: I first remember hearing this in my twenties. My supervisor at the time was suggesting that I do not get upset about every little obstacle I encountered at the office. I heard the words, but disregarded them. She was so right about this. Energy is precious and I wasted so much of it on people and situations that simply were not worth it. Sometimes life is about more than winning. I see now that getting distracted with minutia is not the way to go.

Don’t talk about past lovers with your present lover: This gem was imparted to my in my late teens. The message went completely over my head and I did not understand its inherent wisdom. I thought that I could talk about anything with my boyfriends. I had a few of them help my process my breakups ( before we also broke up , inevitably). If you are more focused on your past relationship than your present one, that should be telling you something!

Don’t take your health for granted: Thank you mom, this was a good one. Until I hit middle age, I did not have a clue what she meant. I thought it was cool to have above average vision, 20/10 in both eyes. I was farsighted in a good way. I could see things from a distance before most people could. This made me quite valuable during a road trip! When my sight declined and I needed to wear glasses, I understood what a precious gift it was to have excellent eyesight. With every new ache and pain and ailment along the way, I am mindful to be grateful for all the vitality I still possess.

Love yourself: I saved the best for last. Again, middle age was a turning point for me in discovering my inner beauty. Before that I did not have the tools or perspective to really put this advice into action. When I look at old picture albums and see the sweet lovely girl and young woman I once was, I am amazed at how I did not notice it at the time. I was too busy comparing myself to others and judging myself for my ” imperfections”. I could have really used the extra confidence back then. The good news is that I have become much more comfortable in my own skin and can see my light shine from within.

This is truly a sign of progress. I can finally love myself with less judgement now and I don’t even have the 20/10 vision anymore. Maybe that’s why they say hindsight is 20/20.

related posts:

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/02/24/litebeings-guide-to-the-movies/

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/11/02/musings-november-time-warp/

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/scenes-from-an-indian-restaurant-collisions-of-parallel-time/

https://lindalitebeing.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/timeless-tunes-updated/

 

 

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2014 is here, can you feel the magic?

 Happy New Year 2014 !!

Hello world and welcome to a shiny, bright, new beginning! We have a New Moon today,  1-1-14, which is very rare and quite auspicious. I find it fascinating that most if not all cultures on the planet celebrate this event. Humans love starting over, symbolically and literally. As an astrologer I am not totally down with New Year’s Day, since a 11 degree Capricorn sun does not have significance. The beginning of Spring, 0 degrees Aries, is the real deal. However, we have quite a powerful New Moon today and the childlike part of me still longs for the ability to wipe the slate clean and begin again.

So I drew 3 cards from  my Sacred Path deck to see what the Universe has in store for me. I initially was going to pull just one card, but felt led to create a sequence. After some reflection, I realized that the reading was not just for me. We have the universe inside of us. So I decided to share this reading with you.

1st Card : 13 ~ Nurturing

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 Coral card ~ 13

” …. look to the idea of nurturing. It may be time to nurture yourself or another. Coral also speaks to the Planetary Family. It may be time to have a reunion with the other creatures that share the Earth with you. …Coral always tells us to listen to our feelings…”

2nd Card: 35 ~ Returning Home

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Shawl card ~ 35

” ..You are being invited to return home. If you have forgotten yourself recently, it is now time to remember your essence and potential. .. You may be coming home to the magic you once believed in or a new sense of well-being, but in every case you are returning to a temporarily forgotten state of being. …Wearing the Shawl is coming home to the arms of the Earth Mother and being loved. ..being loving to others who have forgotten the Sacred Path or the way home.”

3rd Card : 25 ~ Sharing/Quickening

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Pow-Wow card ~ 25

” …The quickening of some aspect of your life will be aided if you use a support system…The Pow-Wow card is marking a time of calling in your markers. Your focus will be clearer from an encouraging word or two. The quickening is inside of you and speaks to the time preceding birth. Whatever you are giving birth to at this time can be assisted by gathering your friends for support.”

So the cards flow from 13 = 4= foundation, to 35=8=power, to 25=7= cosmic consciousness.

Please listen while you continue reading: we are magic

This is my interpretation of the spread :

You begin by creating a firm foundation by nurturing your Self and others. Take care of your needs first on all levels, before you can serve others. Feel your feelings and let them guide you.

Next you reclaim your power by going inward and returning home. This is where all magic and mystery resides. The life journey for souls in human form is one of re-membering and re-cognizing your true essence. Life has always been a miracle, surrounded by wonder and love at every turn. However, the trauma of being in the physical material world takes its toll on most of us rather early on. This reminds me of a lucid dream I had where I was told to go back to a time “before babysitting”.  Retrieving one’s lost soul parts is a prerequisite to moving forward and loving others who have temporarily lost their way.

Finally cosmic consciousness is expanded by gathering with kin. This gathering is important to successfully birth what is eager to be expressed out into the planet. The dream is ready to be made manifest once your focus is clear. Clarity can be obtained by trusting your inner circle.

I  am very excited to use these tools gleaned from my reading. I believe that the message can be applicable for the collective as well.

Wishing you all a year of radiance , magic, and love…..

Namaste, litebeing

Linda

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Linden Tree

My experience as a blogger has been incredibly organic. Things just occur in their own way and time. Today I found myself at the Daily Prompt and noticed today’s assignment –  Daily Prompt: Say Your Name  Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

I read this and thought ” Oh yeah I’m doing this!” So my first name is Linda and I had read years ago  it was Germanic in origin and meant pretty or beautiful. I later learned it was also Spanish , which made more sense to me considering how it is spelled. Then I researched a bit more from Wikipedia: 

Linda is a female given name.

  • The name might be derived from the same root as the linden tree, from Germanic lind meaning “soft, tender” ultimately from a Celtic root. The image of the tree is used to indicate a gentle personality.
  • It may also come from the neo Latin language (Italian, Spanish or Portuguese) word linda, which is the feminine form of lindo, meaning “beautiful, pretty, cute” or “cleaned” (Spanish).
  • Alternatively it may be derived from the mythical creature/concept known as ouroboros, in the variations “Celt Lindworm” (a wingless bipedal dragon) and “Scandinavian Lindworm” (a seaserpent).
  • Muchalinda, Mucalinda or Mucilinda is also the name of the naga (snake-like being), who protected the Buddha from the elements after his enlightenment.

In some languages, such as German, the name is frequently used in combination with another name, using the suffix “-linde”, for example in Sieglinde or Heidelinde.

Lynda is a common variant spelling of the name in English. Among other names in use in English speaking countries that include the -linda suffix are MelindaBelinda, Celinda, Rosalinda and Mirlinda.

It can also be a related name for Lindsay.

The name days for Linda are on September 1 (Czech Rep.), June 20 (Sweden), April 15 (Finland/Germany), February 13 (Hungary, Poland), September 2 (Slovakia), September 4 (Poland) and August 21 (Latvia).

I like the linden tree definition as I would describe myself as someone with a soft and tender heart. Then there are the ouroboros and naga interpretations involving wingless dragons and snakes. The serpent is represented in the glyph of the Scorpio zodiac sign. Well, I am a Scorpio and since these creatures conjure up of the lower leanings of those with scorpionic tendencies,  perhaps my parents knew what they were doing!

I was named after my paternal grandfather Louis who died tragically as a result of a car accident when my dad was still a child. By tradition I was named by choosing  the first letter of a deceased relative’s name. I have several older cousins who were given other female L names before I was born, but I am glad they weren’t named Linda. I would have been named Louis if I was a boy , but then again only if my older cousins were all female.

But why Linda? Louise, Louisa, Lenore, Laura, Laurie, Lana, or Lorraine were all available. My dad said he really loved this song called Linda and would sing it to us from time to time. I just learned, sigh! the power of the internet, that it was written for Linda Eastman aka Linda McCartney. Didn’t realize that we had so much in common…….

I would not change my first name. It means beautiful and I need to be reminded that we are all beautiful on occasion. I also believe that my grandfather’s passing defined my father’s identity, and some of that grief and pain was transferred to my DNA. I wish I could have met him.  I know much more about his impact on my family then about who he really was as a person.

In addition, although there are no known Latin roots in my father’s lineage, he looked Spanish and people would often speak Spanish to him when we visited Florida. Strangers thought he was Cuban. Ironically my Latin ancestry is on my Mother’s side and she does not have any indicative Latin features. I, on the other hand, resemble both my father and grandfather in appearance. See how this all ties together.

This multicultural theme brings me to the my final point. While growing up I thought Linda was such an ordinary name. So many of my peers were also named Linda. Yet when Billy Joel came on the scene, I discovered that he also had a multiethnic background similar to mine. Then I heard his song Rosalinda which was written about his mother. The song details his longing for Cuba and seeing his past in his mother’s eyes. I immediately became enchanted with it. On some visceral level, I thought he had written it for me.  I could clearly see that my name is an integral part of my own unique story.

 

 

image by Alvesgaspar (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons