Path of the Goddess : To Prainbrow

[Guest guest]

Thank you Prainbow for this beautiful story.

 

 

paulie-rainbow :

> Once upon a time there was a devoted woman who wished to serve the

> Goddess with her life. As a young woman, in addition to her regular

> studies and family needs she would study books on the Goddess and

> take time out to go on retreats and meditation. Some times she was

> very serious, but her love for the Goddess seemed to strengthen her

> in times of need.

>

> "You don't always need to be so serious," her mother said, stroking

> her daughters hair as they sat together. "You're only young once,

> there's a lot to see and do. Make sure that you enjoy all the

> goodness that's laid out before you."

>

> Taking her good mother's advice the young woman spent time with her

> friends and balanced her spiritual studies and her educational

> studies with time spent playfully. She was well loved by her

friends

> for her sharp wit and high energy.

>

> Love will break a teenagers heart time and time again. Many times

> she felt both the pull of the spiritual realm and the desire to

> retreat from the rough and tumble of life's emotions and

> disappointments.

>

> "Don't give up so soon," her mother counseled. "You never know

> what's around the corner. And don't make life decisions out of

hurt,

> it never turns out right that way."

>

> Her mother's advice seemed both optimistic and courageous and so

the

> young woman followed this. After a time she met someone wonderful

> and they fell in love, married and began a family.

>

> Everyone knows that a young mother, even with a very helpful

spouse,

> has little time for herself. The woman found that the years melted

> away like dust under a wet rag, like clothes quickly outgrown and

> passed down, like sunsets she barely had time to notice. She

> panicked and chaffed under the demands on her life, over the time

> that she missed. "How can this happen to me?" she cried to her

> mother. "My life is disappearing before me with no time to devote

to

> the Goddess I love!"

>

> "I don't know," said her mother, thoughtfully and she looked in the

> desperate eyes of the daughter she loved. "You have such strong

> desires, it's true and you should have time for them, make time for

> them…but don't regret your life. Look at your children, they're

> lovely! I'm a grandmother now and my heart is so filled by having

> had you and loving and raising you….I'm glad that you didn't miss

> that experience. If you had really not wanted it, that would be

> different." She paused "that something is difficult or time

> consuming, doesn't make it unworthy. Maybe you can work something

> out" The older woman spread out her hands in a questioning gesture

> and the younger woman fell quiet to think.

>

> But little changed. She loved her children with all her heart,

> teaching them how to read, watching them grow, guiding them and yet

> letting them each find their way. And she loved their little home,

> the light shining through the windows, the flowers and herbs in the

> rich earth of the garden, the delicious dishes she cooked. She

loved

> the holidays and decorating the house, lighting the candles and

> laughing with friends. She loved her husband, in the ways that they

> were completely one and in the ways in which they were bafflingly

> different. She loved her friends and the time they could spend

> together, shopping or catching a film, sometimes just talking on

the

> phone.

>

> She had sadness, too, and frustration, in rightful measure. She had

> moments of great doubt and of anger. There was news of the world

> that troubled her and tragedy close to home that seemed terribly

> unfair.

>

> It seemed that barely a moment had passed when she found herself at

> her own daughter's wedding, and less than a moment more attending

> her own mother's death.

>

> Her love for the Goddess stayed constant and in her older age there

> was much more time for meditation and study, yet less than she

would

> have given were her life different. She had grandchildren of her

> own, and a huge lovely garden. Years of cooking magic had made her

a

> master, friends and family gained much satisfaction from her

company

> and her culinary skills.

>

> And finally she reached the end of her life. "What have I done?"

she

> wondered. "Was it enough? My life is over now and the devotion I

> wanted to give is left ungiven." But she left this life with a

> strange feeling of contentment as she moved to the other side to

> join her own mother there.

>

> And there it was, in the arms of the Goddess, looking back on the

> life she had left that she learned.

>

> She had loved her family, which was a part of the Goddess

>

> She had loved the earth, which is the body of the Goddess

>

> She had loved her children, in the manner of the Goddess

>

> She had loved and appreciated her home and her food; the gifts of

> the Goddess

>

> She had loved her friends, who never failed to speak of her

> inspiration, her devotion to the Goddess that they so easily

> witnessed in her life.

>

> All things had passed through her, experienced fully, fulfilling

the

> desire of her Goddess to experience this world consciously.

>

> Is there more? There is so much more. This is just one way, but it

> was done well.

[Guest guest]

You're quite welcome!

 

Bright Blessings,

 

prainbow

 

, "Nora

<ashwini_puralasamy>" <ashwini_puralasamy> wrote:

> Thank you Prainbow for this beautiful story.

>

>

> paulie-rainbow :

> > Once upon a time there was a devoted woman who wished to serve

the

> > Goddess with her life. As a young woman, in addition to her

regular

> > studies and family needs she would study books on the Goddess and

> > take time out to go on retreats and meditation. Some times she

was

> > very serious, but her love for the Goddess seemed to strengthen

her

> > in times of need.

> >

> > "You don't always need to be so serious," her mother said,

stroking

> > her daughters hair as they sat together. "You're only young once,

> > there's a lot to see and do. Make sure that you enjoy all the

> > goodness that's laid out before you."

> >

> > Taking her good mother's advice the young woman spent time with

her

> > friends and balanced her spiritual studies and her educational

> > studies with time spent playfully. She was well loved by her

> friends

> > for her sharp wit and high energy.

> >

> > Love will break a teenagers heart time and time again. Many times

> > she felt both the pull of the spiritual realm and the desire to

> > retreat from the rough and tumble of life's emotions and

> > disappointments.

> >

> > "Don't give up so soon," her mother counseled. "You never know

> > what's around the corner. And don't make life decisions out of

> hurt,

> > it never turns out right that way."

> >

> > Her mother's advice seemed both optimistic and courageous and so

> the

> > young woman followed this. After a time she met someone wonderful

> > and they fell in love, married and began a family.

> >

> > Everyone knows that a young mother, even with a very helpful

> spouse,

> > has little time for herself. The woman found that the years

melted

> > away like dust under a wet rag, like clothes quickly outgrown and

> > passed down, like sunsets she barely had time to notice. She

> > panicked and chaffed under the demands on her life, over the time

> > that she missed. "How can this happen to me?" she cried to her

> > mother. "My life is disappearing before me with no time to devote

> to

> > the Goddess I love!"

> >

> > "I don't know," said her mother, thoughtfully and she looked in

the

> > desperate eyes of the daughter she loved. "You have such strong

> > desires, it's true and you should have time for them, make time

for

> > them…but don't regret your life. Look at your children, they're

> > lovely! I'm a grandmother now and my heart is so filled by having

> > had you and loving and raising you….I'm glad that you didn't miss

> > that experience. If you had really not wanted it, that would be

> > different." She paused "that something is difficult or time

> > consuming, doesn't make it unworthy. Maybe you can work something

> > out" The older woman spread out her hands in a questioning

gesture

> > and the younger woman fell quiet to think.

> >

> > But little changed. She loved her children with all her heart,

> > teaching them how to read, watching them grow, guiding them and

yet

> > letting them each find their way. And she loved their little

home,

> > the light shining through the windows, the flowers and herbs in

the

> > rich earth of the garden, the delicious dishes she cooked. She

> loved

> > the holidays and decorating the house, lighting the candles and

> > laughing with friends. She loved her husband, in the ways that

they

> > were completely one and in the ways in which they were bafflingly

> > different. She loved her friends and the time they could spend

> > together, shopping or catching a film, sometimes just talking on

> the

> > phone.

> >

> > She had sadness, too, and frustration, in rightful measure. She

had

> > moments of great doubt and of anger. There was news of the world

> > that troubled her and tragedy close to home that seemed terribly

> > unfair.

> >

> > It seemed that barely a moment had passed when she found herself

at

> > her own daughter's wedding, and less than a moment more attending

> > her own mother's death.

> >

> > Her love for the Goddess stayed constant and in her older age

there

> > was much more time for meditation and study, yet less than she

> would

> > have given were her life different. She had grandchildren of her

> > own, and a huge lovely garden. Years of cooking magic had made

her

> a

> > master, friends and family gained much satisfaction from her

> company

> > and her culinary skills.

> >

> > And finally she reached the end of her life. "What have I done?"

> she

> > wondered. "Was it enough? My life is over now and the devotion I

> > wanted to give is left ungiven." But she left this life with a

> > strange feeling of contentment as she moved to the other side to

> > join her own mother there.

> >

> > And there it was, in the arms of the Goddess, looking back on the

> > life she had left that she learned.

> >

> > She had loved her family, which was a part of the Goddess

> >

> > She had loved the earth, which is the body of the Goddess

> >

> > She had loved her children, in the manner of the Goddess

> >

> > She had loved and appreciated her home and her food; the gifts of

> > the Goddess

> >

> > She had loved her friends, who never failed to speak of her

> > inspiration, her devotion to the Goddess that they so easily

> > witnessed in her life.

> >

> > All things had passed through her, experienced fully, fulfilling

> the

> > desire of her Goddess to experience this world consciously.

> >

> > Is there more? There is so much more. This is just one way, but

it

> > was done well.