Playnting
Wizard's Log Star-date: 07:48:12 AM
Good morning. If I find Me I will tell You where I Am, unless I have moved on by then. Space is a One-der-full place. Lots of input and experiences around the importance of accepting Our diversity. It is needed. We fight it, that is Our normal but NOT natural reaction. We fight and try to destroy Our very life blood. We are like Our own cancer.
We are infinite, it takes All this diversity to “be infinity”. We must learn to accept and respect and honor Our differences, “they” are what makes Us what We really are. It is time to stop pretending to be what We are not. Unless We choose to stay in limitation. It is not a place, it is a mindset.
Dreams of multi-D and Oneness. It is All connected, a rope or a chord that depends on the other threads for its strength, its very exis-dance. So many places (seemingly) and realities to visit. Some similar to the familiar, some vastly different. Any reality that is about Oneness is quite different from the familiar, All-most too good to be true.
We had no idea that WE felt like typing up a morning review but there were thoughts and ideas rattling around in Our mind screaming to get out through Our fingers.
We want to do some painting today (that is different for Us) and We want to start early so it can dry some before the rains move in. It may not rain, but it usually changes during the day and it is starting out clear blue skies.
Because painting is One of the several things We are playing at today (and trying hard to keep remembering it is play NOT work) We are having some lessons/explanations about perfection. So, what exactly is “perfect”???????? We know One definition is complete, hmmmmm........ Could Our perception be skewed??????
When painting (pro not artistic) there are supposed to be exact edges and borders, a bit like the imaginary borders around cities, states and countries........................... We real-eyes that One of the reasons We have never liked this type of painting is that We are perfectionists and that takes the fun out of the playnting. BUT, whose definition of perfect are We playing bye?????? What if perfect means it All blurs together, like fluffy clouds in a variegated blue sky?
And then there is acceptance.................... This is another key in being who I Am and who I wanna be. We All get these ideas in Our little heads about what We want and what We want “it” to be. Then, the rains hit and the then the sun and after a bit the color is bleached/washed out of “it”. We can fight it or We can accept it. What do We fear, really and truly? We know We will be taken care of and that We will get exactly what We need so what do We really fear? We fear that “it” will be the wrong color.
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