Friday, December 30, 2011

A Quarter Past Yule

So, here we are, at about a quarter past Yule, with the clock ticking resolutely toward Candlemas… and, I’m sure you are wondering just exactly what that means?   

I thought not.  
O.K., so you aren’t wondering at all--but I have need to talk it through anyway, so may we pull up a seat for a minute or two and explore?  Why?  Well, because this is a subject close--very, very close--to my own heart right now.  More than that, it’s razor close to my life.  And I need to work it through.  So, here goes…
Yule, the time on the Wheel of Life akin to the Age of Mystery is, perhaps the most desolate, sparse phase of Development there is; it is, essentially, the least understood time of all: Death.  Desolate?  Sparse?  I guess.  But, is this really so, or is this just my perception, based on proximity and fear or, some other emotional baggage I may be carrying?  Probably all of the above.  But, why?
Well, for one thing, Grandma went into a nursing home this week.  I saw her today--bruised, broken arm, stitches in her forehead.  The fall that took her independence away came last Saturday--it felled her freedom and her short-term memory like a loggers axe and, now, she sits with all the dignity of Her Royal Majesty in a strange room, with an even stranger roommate, and no expectation that she’ll get out of this situation alive.  Grandma is ninety years-old and this, to me, seems “desolate and sparse,” you can bet it does.  But, let’s take a closer look…
In many ways, the Age of Mystery is no mystery at all.  We grow old, we die.  We all get this, as a matter of fact, even if we don’t like it very much.  But can we ever, really get the full impact of it--unless we ourselves are sitting in that blue chair, with our walker beside us, and our dignity hiding somewhere, shamefaced, and completely out of sight?  There is nothing mysterious about this at all.  There is no mystery to falling, quite literally, into decrepitude and dependence, from a prior perch of strength and independence, seemingly in the blink of an eye.  Unless… you separate yourself and your thinking from the body and the mind.  Unless you look upon the journey as what it truly is--something other than a physical, or even emotional walk--but, rather, a spiritual one. Then, you need to look that spiritual journey right in the eye--without blinking.
I get so angry when I hear people saying things like, they will not visit anyone in a hospital or nursing home because they themselves “cannot handle it.”  Or, they will never place anyone they love in any kind of long-term nursing facility because they themselves simply could not stand to visit them in such a place.  How dare they, I think, be so self absorbed--how can they be so selfish?  
Well, how dare I judge them so harshly?
The simple fact is, the spiritual journey is as real for those in, say, the Age of Innocence (ignorance?) as it is for those in any other Age.   Facing death is a spiritual journey, no matter how close one may seem to be to it, or how far away.  Just because a person may feel--or be--far removed from death or from the dying process, does not mean that they are not on the pathway of death just the same.   I have no right to make harsh judgements of anyone’s Death Walk.  I want to sometimes, but I have no business doing it.  
So, here we are, a quarter past Yule--meaning, we are in the depths of Winter, in the shadow place of Death--with the clock ticking resolutely toward Rebirth.  Because, in the nucleus of every death, there is the seedling of life, just waiting for the light to return; for the light of Candlemas to show itself again.  And, for many of us, it is a damned dark and frightening place to be.  So, we look the other way.  Or, try to.  Want to.  Need to.  And, who can blame us?  Who should blame us?  Certainly not I.  
For the record, Grandma is sitting calmly in her chair, looking her coming death squarely in the eye, with all the poise and dignity of a Goddess.  She has dominion over her grace and control, if not always of her body or mind, then certainly of her emotions and, in the final analysis, she is one amazing old woman.  She is teaching me, with the gentle touch of a cooing dove, that peace is a state of being that we can and will all own--in our own time, at our own pace, and in our own way--nobody else’s.         
You go Grandma!  

Monday, December 26, 2011

In Perfect Love & Perfect Trust


Most Wiccans ascribe to, believe in, or, at least try to live by, the sacred principle of Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.   Well, lots of religions do that!  Consider, for instance, the phrase found on the dollar bill, “In God We Trust.”  This is a principle directly borne out of Christianity and is as much a part of everyday life as the dollar bill itself.   But, why do we Wiccans phrase these two principles together—Perfect Love and Perfect Trust—as if they are integrated and interdependent?  Well, the simple answer to that question of course, is that, to us, they are!  But, as with most things in life, the simple answer is only part of the equation.  The fuller part of the equation is that Perfect Love cannot exist without Perfect Trust and this, of course, applies exactly the same way vice versa.   Equally—and, here’s where we get into Sacred Contradictions again—the story does not end there, because we can love but not trust, just as we can trust without loving!
I know—it gets sorta convoluted, doesn’t it?  But, if you can grasp only one thing out of all this yadda yadda, let it be this: Spirit loves perfectly and is, therefore, the one thing in which we can place perfect trust.  
Let me give you an illustration of this…
As most of my friends know, I have a little dog named Hannah who is paralyzed—she has no feeling from about mid-chest, down to the very tip of her tail.  Hannah is a 7lb miniature Dachshund who ruptured a disc in her back five years ago.  Despite surgery, Hannah lost the ability to walk and now either drags herself around with her front paws, or else gets around in a doggie wheelchair.  The paralysis means that Hannah is also unable to urinate in the normal way, as she has no sensation in her bladder and no muscle control to affect a normal void.  So, three times a day, we, her human caretakers, squeeze her bladder to empty it and then, carefully clean her with tissues and baby wipes, in order to help prevent the bladder and vaginal infections that, none-the-less, show up two or three times a year anyway.   We have been taking care of our little pup this way for a little more than five years now—three times a day, every day of her life.
When she was first paralyzed, Hannah struggled a great deal with trust.  Who can blame her?  After all, we may have known that we were holding her quite securely, we may have understood that everything we did had purpose and was ultimately for her own good, but all she knew was that she could only feel support from mid-chest up—the rest of her, as far as she could tell,  was hanging out there with no safety net at all.  To make matters worse, when we emptied her, we would bend down with Hannah in our arms (to get a wipe or something out of her changing basket) and this would, effectively, tilt her entire world upside down in one direction or another.  
Initially, Hannah would panic and struggle wildly every time we emptied her--she would  flail and writhe, her heart would beat like a trip hammer, her desire to reach safety all too apparent--and we would agonize for her.  Hannah would claw the air looking for anything that felt even remotely secure and she would whimper and look so terrified.  Our hearts would ache for her and we would coo and soothe and promise her in the most comforting way we  knew how that she was perfectly safe, perfectly loved… all she had to do was trust.  But, this was a leap of faith far easier asked for in those early days, than given.   
For a while, we thought about setting her down every time we changed her, but this simply made the process far more time consuming and meant disrupting her two or three times at a change, rather than just once.  It was much easier to keep her clean if we kept her little private parts aloft until the process was complete and, then, set her down on her changing mat to snap her clothes on.  So, we simply kept on doing what we knew was best for her--with our hearts in our teeth every time.  As we did so, we never deviated from our course, we kept on supporting her in the places she could feel as well as the places she could not, and we kept on reassuring her. We simply kept on… and on… and on... 
In time, Hannah came to have faith in the process.  In fact, she learned to trust in us completely--no more struggling or flailing, just gentle acceptance.  Anytime we tilt her world upside down, she simply waits patiently for us to right it again.  Anytime we move unexpectedly, or tilt her in another direction, she demonstrates complete and unshakable confidence that, a.) we will right her world again, b.) we will (albeit in our own, fallible human way) do what is best for her, and c.) we will never, ever let her fall.* 
So much this beautiful little being has taught me about trusting The Source.  There are so many times when I find my world turned upside down and, at those times, find myself flailing wildly, asking why, or complaining that it is unreasonable or unfair.  In fact, there have been many occasions in my life when I have felt no trace of Spirit at all.  Ouch!  But, this is not because Spirit is not present in my life, it is because--at those times--I have failed to understand that I am held aloft in the places I am unable to sense, supported in ways I am completely unaware of, and have been tilted all akimbo for reasons of which I have absolutely no understanding at all.  These are the times when I must simply give myself over to Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.  I must become like Hannah!
Just as Hannah completely trusts me—a resoundingly imperfect human being—I must learn to place my trust in Spirit, knowing without any doubts at all that I am safely held in the arms of what truly is Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.  I may not understand all the what’s, why’s, and wherefore’s of life, but I may not need to.  In fact, I may need to do nothing more than trust that Spirit is holding me safely at all times, that I will never be dropped, will always be safe, and that there is a purpose behind everything in creation. 
It is not, then, simply a matter of “In God We Trust,” it is far more complex and beautiful than that, on so many levels.  It encompasses trust in the known as well as the unknown, the visible, as much as the unseen, the process, as much as the end result, and ourselves, as much as Spirit.  
*Update:  
Just recently, I dropped Hannah.  I simply lost my grip on her.  With Parkinson’s Disease, my reflexes are not the swiftest, but something kicked in that day, I’ve no idea what--and I caught her just before she hit the ground.  My heart nearly beat out of my chest, I pulled a muscle in my shoulder, and I found myself swallowing great gulps of air as if I had my head in a plastic bag.  For her part, Hannah, who found herself suspended by her baby clothes, upside down, simply looked up at me and did not react at all.  Once again, she taught me something…
First of all, unlike we humans, Spirit does not make mistakes--Spirit does not let go or drop us.  We simply fall when it comes time for us to fall.  We, none of us, ever know when the moment of our “fall” will come--but, sooner or later, come it will.  If we fall and something catches us, it is not the “hand of God,” but rather the hand of luck that held us aloft.  Everything in creation has its season, its time… and when that time comes to an end, everything falls--just like a leaf falls from a tree.  Not because Spirit lost It’s grip on it, or because Spirit failed to catch it in time, but simply because the time had come for it to fall.  It isn’t personal, it just is.  

Monday, December 5, 2011

Ways We Should Love

 Ways We Should Love...
  • We should not fall in love; we should jump, feet first.
  • We should not be swept away by love; we should sweep love with purpose toward our own heart.
  • We should not love blindly; we should go into it with our eyes wide open.
  • We should be forgiving in love, but we should not forget irrevocable harm—if it means leaving ourselves vulnerable to further pain.
  • We should only ever be madly in love in the heart; keep your head sane and rational.
  • We should remember always that, in love, a little jealousy goes a long, long way.
  • We should wait a while before declaring love—your mind may change your heart.
  • We can love, but not like; just as we can like, but not love.
  • We do not have to be loved back just because we ourselves choose to love.
  • We can, quite irrationally, fall out of love.
  • We are not obliged to love those who love us.
  • We always, always, always have a choice in love.
--Winnie, 2011

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Shadow in Aggregate


My students often ask me about the concept of “Evil” as a force, a tangible entity--a “thing” we must resist and/or overcome.  This is what I tell them…
It is said, by so many, that we were created “in the image” of The Creator.  If this is so--and, for the record, I personally believe it is--then, we should be in perfect balance, right?  After all, Spirit is, in every single way, we believe, perfectly in balance--Perfect Love and Perfect Trust, Masculine and Feminine aspects, Shadow and Light, etc.  Thus, in aggregate, everything in creation must be, and is, in perfect balance, too.  Makes sense, right?    
The key point here, however, is the phrase: “in aggregate.”   
We all know that days and nights, seasons, tides, and many, many “natural” events occur on a regular and predictable timetable… there has never, ever, for instance, been an occasion where day has not followed night, or leaves have simply not changed color, according to their nature, all over the world come the season of Fall.  It may sometimes “seem” that we “didn’t get a Fall this year” because of weather issues and the like, but the fact remains that the seasons always do cycle--it is the Natural Order as is, according to our belief, ordained by Spirit.  These things are on “auto pilot” as-it-were and cannot be changed, tampered with, or in any way re-set by human hand.  Day will always follow night and so on--it is just so.
But what about the things that are not in balance (and, boy do there ever seem to be plenty of those!)?  What about things that can be influenced or altered by humans?  Why are so many (if not all) of them so woefully unbalanced?  Some people seem to be truly wicked, where others truly kind.  There are those who are tormented by what I call their “shadow” side, while others seem to positively exude light, engaging in very little in the way of shadow struggles.  The answer, of course, is that In Aggregate it all balances out.  
Hmm… This is all very well, unless of course you are a victim of somebody else’s shadow side!  My father always used to say, “two wrongs do not make a right”--it was practically a mantra with him!  But I have come to understand the wisdom in these words in the broad sense that they really deserve in the years since my father died…
The simple view is, for instance, that only an act of kindness can balance an act of cruelty.  Only an effort of personal will can counterbalance an effort of personal weakness and so on.  But, the broader view, is that Shadow is all around us--in behaviors, attitudes, and thoughts--from each and every spirit incarnate on earth.  This means, that we ourselves, no matter how much or how little we engage or indulge our own personal Shadow, are impacted by the Aggregate Shadow of all other beings on earth.  But, what does this mean?  It means that, to achieve personal balance, we must strive toward living in our own Light--and we must do this in the face of tremendous Shadow--and this makes it seem like a one-sided struggle most of the time.  
On the flip side, it is also true, of course, that the Aggregate Light of Humanity surrounds us, too--but, there are plenty of people working to balance that out, I can assure you!   The Light is much harder to see at times, (because it seldom feels as good as bad can feel, hence the “Three-fold Law, but that’s a discussion for another time) but, none-the-less, it is always there.  It also means that we can trust that no matter how bad things get, Light will balance it out somewhere, somehow--if not for us in this life, then for someone else, some time.   This negates, then, the need for vengeance, retribution, or “an eye for an eye”--after all, the balance happens, no matter what.  Now, (and, here’s a biggie, so sit down)… It also negates the need for miracles, Divine Intervention, or so-called, “acts of God.”   
But, why?  
Because Creation was the act of Spirit, that’s why!  Spirit created everything to come into and be in balance.  It is impossible for any act of Shadow or Light to go “unpunished!”  
O.K., O.K., I can hear you now… “so, what you're saying is, that if I’m kind, someone, somewhere is going to be an asshole, right?!”  Well, yes, if you assign the “chicken and egg” theory to current existence, I suppose it does.  However, no one living will likely ever know if the first humans were created “totally balanced,” but it’s a fair bet that they were (given the track record of Spirit), and that someone, somewhere along the line, (free will being what it is) chose to do something Shadow… and I’m betting, it was probably a whopper!  Or else, several someone’s got in on the act (started a war over food or something)... and the need for balance (in the form of acts of Light) was born.  
All you have to do, to prove this theory, is cast your mind to the kind of thinking that goes, “if a kid in the playground hits you, haul off and hit the kid right back--twice as hard!”  I could sit here and give you example after example of human beings exacting unbalanced punishment, revenge, justice, pay-back--call it what you will--on actual or perceived wrong-doers, but the point is, all this heavy handed Shadow behavior creates imbalance and imbalance is what we are here to correct and, most importantly, learn from.
I hear you again… “Wait a minute, are you saying that the world is unbalanced now?  Then, there was a mistake in its creation, surely?”   Good question.  And, as usual, there are no simple answers, but I’ll give it my best…
If you take the sum total of human existence, we may well be “out of balance” at any given moment.  But, what is  the “sum total of human existence?”  Is it, all the people living on earth right now?  Or, does it count all the people that have lived on earth?  What about all the people who will live on earth?  O.K., forget “live on earth” completely, what about “live anywhere?”  (Be it, Heaven, the Spirit Realm, call it what you will, if indeed, you believe in such a place.)   The point is, if we believe that Spirit created Balance and intended for Balance to be so--no matter what--it also means that we must believe that either, a). We are in Balance now, or b.) There is life after death/before birth and this makes up the Aggregate that achieves total Balance in the Universe.  
Ohhhhh… so (yeah, you’re with me)…  This means, that Spirit (call it Heaven, if you want) contains the sum total of Light that balances the sum total of Shadow present on earth at any given time
Exactly!   And this means that Heaven also contains some Shadow… right?  Oh.  No, wait...  Does it??
Of course.  But, this is where we need to understand that Shadow isn’t always and by definition, a “bad” thing.  Shadow, like Light, is simply a “thing.”  Nothing personal.  And, everything personal.  (I know, here I go again…)  O.K., it isn’t personal as far as The Creator is concerned but, as far as we are concerned, it is always personal.  Our personal responsibility.  Our personal will. Our personal goal.  Our personal Shadow.  Our personal Light. In short, everything that is personal to us--so, take it very personally!  Live in your Light.  Challenge your Shadow.  Strive for Personal Balance.  If it helps, think of it this way:  Every act of Light, atones for an act of Shadow; when I bring the gift of Light to the world, somewhere, somehow, I strip Shadow of some of its darkness. 

So, there you have it!
Let there be Light,
Winnie  

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Connections: Samhain


Samhain is the Final Harvest, the time when we gather the last viable crops of the growing season, plant the slow crops of the Winter season, discard the detritus of dying vegetation, and clean up our yards.  Samhain--pronounced, "sow'en" and also known as Halloween--is the time to give out candy, bob for apples, and fire up our stoves for the making of comfort foods.  
Samhain, on the Wheel of Life, is akin to The Age of Simplicity
This is the time when we begin the process of, quite literally, simplifying our lives.  We discard needless clutter--people, ideas, things--simplify the landscape of our thinking (voluntarily, or not) and, pare the day-to-day down to, quite simply, only the things that really matter to us as individuals.  There is something sweetly sad about Samhain/The Age of Simplicity.  
Speaking from my own experience, I can say that I always look forward to and enjoy the falling of the leaves, the crisp scent of dying summer in the air, saying goodbye to the hummingbirds, and a jolly good Fall house cleaning!  And yet… so much crying I do!  Just witnessing this mammoth transition is breathtaking and heartbreaking all at once.  I suppose it’s because I know, as sure as I know anything at all, that this is the last hoorah of obvious growth and abundance.  Soon, the Earth will be dormant, life, barely detectable, and the time of darkness will be upon us.  
Often, people talk about the elder years as the Golden Years.  I would agree with this--gold is one of the vibrant colors of Fall and exemplifies much of what this season can show us:  Tremendous value, beauty, and strength.  But, the time of aging can also be sad and painful, for it is the natural order of things to whither and die and it is vitally necessary for all life to do this, if we are to cycle as we are meant to.  This means, watching our leaves fall!  It means, witnessing and accepting change.  It means walking, if we are to live in our Truth, with our eyes open and our senses keen--right into the breaches of brittle, sometimes welcomed, but often painful, goodbyes.  
Those in the Age of Simplicity, often give us wisdom like Halloween candy.  They hold it out in a bowl--it’s free, mixed, and full of promise--but the trick is, to take it while the door is open, or it may not be available again for many a season to come.  You can try figuring out what they know by asking questions and listening carefully--but, that’s like bobbing for apples, sometimes you get one, mostly you just get wet.  (This is because there is no short-cut to wisdom, it’s an experience thing!)  So, most of us turn to the elders we love for the comfort we often so sorely need…  and they give it.  Like falling leaves, they give it copiously.  In their Final Harvest, they usually give generously, unselfishly, and without want of reward.  
So, let us celebrate the sweet-sad goodbyes of Samhain, the gentle wisdom of The Age of Simplicity, and this, the time when so much is evident, so little seen.
Happy Halloween Everyone!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Circles of Life

Every stage of life brings with it, the lessons and transitions (the gifts really, fluttering like confetti) of the stages that came before, as well as those that may be yet to come.  I find this so comforting as I age, especially as my physical aging is outstripping my mental aging by quite a significant margin!  (I suffer with Young Onset Parkinson's Disease.) A pleasant surprise, for me, has been how much I have enjoyed each new decade of life more than the one before--for a miscellany of reasons--but possibly the biggest reason is the growing personal power I discover with each turn of the aging wheel.

Perhaps it was spending such a great deal of my childhood in the company of my Grandmother.  I think I learned, early, to notice and internalize the changes that lay ahead without fearing them, or disrespecting them.  But, as much as I may notice the losses, I seldom see the gains until pleasantly surprised by them when they come to me.  As I approached my fifties, for instance, I began to realize a certain personal fearlessness that came to me by way of loss rather than gain.  It was as if large rocks of fear were falling away from the mountain of my life, leaving behind the crags and deep grooves of understanding, while clearing the pebble-lain view behind me and showing the pathway to the future as uphill, but climbable.    
   
It was as I approached my forties that I first noticed what I later came to term the, “Age of Mortality.”  Sixty seems to be about the age when this phase of life kicks in.  I’ve seen  so many of my older family and friends go through it--the dawning realization that, “I, too, shall die.”  Memories become so important at this age.  Things lose their significance, while people gain theirs.  Photographs become very important, as do family dinners, gatherings, and rituals.  

Now, in my early fifties, I have a slightly better understanding of the final phase of life--what I term, the “Age of Simplicity.”  Our needs dial down to the simpler aspects of living, our wants soften to the blissfully uncluttered, and our days become more about the basics than the day-to-day drama’s of the prior Ages.  (Which, I have termed, The Ages of Innocence, Development, Energy, and Wisdom, respectively.  These stages of life are flanked, on either side, of course, by the Age of Mystery--before life and after death.)  
Each person enters and exits the various phases of life in their own time and at their own pace, of course.  How thrilling and interesting this makes living!  Especially as everything is a “Circle Within a Circle.”  Each Age has its own internal Ages--each year, day, and so-on.  The trick is, to be aware of where we ourselves might be at any given time and to have the foresight to see that, “this, too, shall pass”--not to mention the hindsight to see that, “what has passed, shaped the past.” 

The interesting thing about navigating our way through the phases of life, is that we never do this completely alone--there is always someone walking the path with us.  Often, several someone’s walk the tricky steps we are taking--both behind and ahead--helping us navigate the terrain.  And so it is, we have others to look to when moments of doubt or uncertainty occur, a milestone is to be celebrated, or some much needed healing needs to come.

I suppose it is this fundamental understanding that others are making their way through these stages of life too, that gives me a deep and abiding respect for every age and every generation.  I do not disregard the restlessness and fire present in a young woman in the Age of Energy, for instance.  All that hot-headedness and passion is energy that is present for a reason and that reason has a lot more to do with the woman she will become than the one she is right now.  Nor, for example, would I dismiss an elderly man in the Age of Simplicity as, “just” an old man, or think him stupid because he is becoming hard of hearing.  There is a wealth of knowledge in both the young and the old--the trick is, being smart enough to see it, look for it, and get to know it.
So, we have the Ages of Innocence, Development, Understanding, Energy, Wisdom, Mortality, Simplicity, and finally, Mystery.  Each stage has its challenges and rewards.  Each can be universal and still uniquely individual and deeply personal.  In each stage, a person could and should learn, not just from the stages that came before, but if they are very smart, the stages that seem, to them, a lifetime away.  

As an illustration of this, I look back at my own childhood... I was very young (in the Age of Innocence) when I first began to internalize a feeling of being undervalued, less than lovable, self conscious, and unimportant.  These feelings of “not belonging,” or being “left out,” persisted well into my teens (the Age of Understanding) and even into my early twenties (the Age of Energy) and they stayed with me until, as I slowly came into the Age of Wisdom, I was at last able to look back and see things more clearly and, perhaps most importantly, more compassionately. 

My Mother had five children, all in rapid succession, and all when she was very young.  She was in her teens (Understanding) when she first became a Mother and had her last child at age 25 (Energy).  Knowing, as I do now, what a mammoth task it is to raise one child well if you have not had the chance to develop and grow yourself, I can completely understand the overwhelming burden it must have been for my Mother trying to raise five children when she was so young.  She had the appropriate energy for the task, but had missed much of her own chances for healthy maturity and development because she was interrupted in her natural growth by having babies way before she was ready.  

Of course she could not properly nurture five children!  It was all she could do to keep us clean and fed!  Furthermore, she had robbed herself of her own natural course of development and maturity by taking on a burden she simply was not ready for at that time.  No wonder she often tuned her children out, slept in when she should have been getting us ready for school, and left us to fend for ourselves with unkempt clothes and unwashed hair.  Sunday night was “bath night” and, naturally, money was tight, so we had to take turns sharing progressively dirty bath water.  Weeks would go by before the sheets were changed on our beds because laundry was done by hand once a week and that left little time or inclination for the washing of every dirty thing in the house!  

For his part, my Father worked as hard as he could for as long as he could but, he too fell afoul of unwise choices--having babies when he was neither matured or developed enough to do so.  By the time he was 45, mental illness had robbed him of his ability to hold down a job at all.  

I carried around anger and resentment over my childhood for many years--until, finally, I began to enter the Age of Wisdom.  This is not necessarily the time when we acquire wisdom, but it is the time when we begin to.  I began to see things from my Mother’s point of view.  With this change in perspective came the understanding that my Mother did not neglect some of our needs out of lack of care, she did so out of lack of maturity.  

I have been volunteering for years with abused and neglected children and I have long since learned that, though our care was less than ideal, we were never neglected to the point of abuse and we were, in countless ways, quite well taken care of.  Having so many children so young meant that, quite often, my parents had to rely on the older kids to watch out for the younger ones and the middle kid--me--was low rung on the needs ladder.  The youngest children had the most immediate needs and the older children were more capable of helping to meet them--I was, for the most part,  able to fend for myself.  But, of course, I realize now that I did not completely fend for myself--my Grandmother was with me every step of the way.  

I also realize that, not a year went by that my parents did not take us on vacation to the “seaside,” at least once, often twice.  We had wonderful Christmases and never felt a lack of security--we always knew our parents were there for us, were never physically or emotionally abused, and were lucky enough to be raised by two people who loved and supported each other unconditionally.   
The understanding I have of my Mother, now that I have the benefit of maturity and growing wisdom, is so much richer and more deeply woven than I would ever have been capable of even imagining thirty or forty years ago.  I was too young and immature in The Age of Development to grasp anything more than my own perception of being inadequate, unloved, and unwanted.  There was no room in the Age of Understanding for me to do more than “understand” that my Mother had done a very poor job of raising her children!  There was no time, in The Age of Energy, for me to soften my rage enough to see past the fact that my Mother was just like me when she was having her babies--I was not capable of cooling the fires of righteous indignation long enough to understand that there was way, way more to her situation than I could see then.   It took time, experience, and walking a long, long mile in other people’s shoes, to understand that the steps we take on the pathway of life are not to be judged too harshly by others, especially if others have never made the same walk.  

So you see, this is where it all comes Full Circle.  I am now my Grandmother... trying, just as she did, to counsel the next generation not to be too harsh on the generation that came before.  I am my Mother, imploring the young to, “be kind.”  I am the dying breath of reason, floating away on the newborn cries of the unreasonable, watching as change comes and the children grow and learn.  Watching, as those Developing begin to Understand, use that understanding to motivate their Energy, find Wisdom along the path, before paring it all down to the beauty and eloquence of pure Simplicity...  The rest, remains a Mystery, but this is good, because it so properly completes the endless Circles of Life.