I wanted name my blog something like Spare Peg in a Round Hole which is pretty cliche, but it was something said during my Soul Contract reading – that I am a square peg in a round hole but need to continue to make a square hole for myself. Then I didn’t research on how many blogs have that as a title or them. It turns out to be A LOT. So scratch that idea. Instead, I thought about socks and size 11 feet – my feet, actually – and how difficult it is to get socks that fit properly. So I wrote a blog about it.
Read the rest: Stop wearing socks that don’t fit
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Every year for the last 15 years or so, my wife and I have hosted a Winter Solstice Gathering at our home. Each year, I write a little something, generally a story about our ancestor women and girls.
This year, I wrote with Norse stories in mind. If I were to call it Norse mythology, it might be fitting because before the supposed age of reason, myth = truth. In those days, children asked why questions all the time just like they do now and so some adult said, hey, yeah, why does the sun go from one side of the sky to the next? Why isn’t the moon always round and full? So they made up stories to explain truths. Now, myth is just some story that doesn’t hold any meaning for many people. What they fail to see is that myth wasn’t just story, it was truth. It held layers upon layers of meaning for people as they learned about themselves (Donkey would tell Shrek this much later on in human history – Shrek has layers like an onion or maybe a parfait. I mean, everybody loves parfait).
So here’s my story for Yule 2017 which I’ll share at our gathering.
Image credit: Barskefrancke. Public domain (CC 0) via Pixabay.
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I’ve been thinking about the Island of Misfit Toys. You know the 1964 movie, “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer”? If you don’t, go google it before reading any more here, or, depending on the time of year, make sure you record it on a broadcast channel, or hulu it or whatever your preference. Just. Watch it.
Sometimes I wish I lived there. I’d find my peeps – all the other misfits – and we’d all live happily there. But then, we’d all be misfits together, so would that mean we were no longer misfits? Would we, the aforementioned misfits, then reject the normal because they were, you know, normal? And being normal was being a misfit? Might we instead welcome them in among us, reveling in our mutual misfittedness?
If you think about the toys on the island (and yes, I do. Think about them.), their differences were really only surface deep – a train with square wheels, an bird that couldn’t fly, a cowboy riding an ostrich, and of course, a Charlie in the Box (not Jack). That is all surface stuff. What they really wanted was to be loved. They wanted to be wanted. They, and we, all want the same thing.
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