From Her mouth

[hypatia42]

Do you know the story of my birth?

I was born on the waves of grief.
Washed ashore to bring beauty and love because they bring comfort.
You must cry. I need your tears, for without their saltwater I cannot be born.
You cannot truly know me until you know grief.

Much thanks to Pad macLynne for having a journal to write this down in before it went away

She also apparently feels that passion and compassion are the same thing. They mean no difference in Her mind. Interesting perspective that.

Assignment: Have love in your heart and give love without being attached to an outcome. Less heartache and more possibilities arise when you can manage this.

Comments

[eolas16.livejournal.com]

The Assignment is excellent. I concur.

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

Not easy for sure, but worthy of the work.

[eolas16.livejournal.com]

True on both counts. But what worthy work is easy? :)

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

Set and match...

[ixtli-awakening.livejournal.com]

thank you for posting this. She, and what She said, has been on my mind heavily since then.

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

I'm here for you babe. Call me if/when you need.

[sleepymaggie.livejournal.com]

Thank you

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

You are welcome. She amazes me. I'm glad I can share some of why with others.

[sequoiamanoch.livejournal.com]

this is beautiful. thank you!

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite is my mother, matron, and teacher. Any service I can do for her is worth consideration.

We should talk during FSG. I would like to sit down and get your perspective on things.

[sherwood21.livejournal.com]

This. This is why you're an artist. Beauty comes out of your head.

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

I didn't write this. I simply wrote it down. It came from the mouth of Aphrodite.

[welshbard.livejournal.com]

I love this. Thank you for writing it down and sharing it.

[padmaclynne.livejournal.com]

i am very glad i had the journal as well.

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

*smooch* I love you.

[siriciryon.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I like attachment.
Working at it.

[eolas16.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with attachment. Attachment to those around us is expected, and wonderful. Attachment to what happens "next" is, I think, the crux of this. Present vs outcome.

[siriciryon.livejournal.com]

I think Buddhists would categorically disagree; but I'm not one, and I think I see the distinction you're making.

[eolas16.livejournal.com]

I know buddhists (and taoists) would categorically disagree :) I just had a long talk with a couple of them a few nights ago on a similar topic. I can't agree with the buddhist viewpoint of letting go of attachments, but I can certainly agree with the concept of letting go of the outcome of things, especially when it comes to those we love.

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

Releasing expectation has really helped me get through things. Being able to communicate needs and not expecting that communicating them means they *will* be met has meant less heartache and angst for me since starting that in my life.

[siriciryon.livejournal.com]

My fight has mainly been with asking and being told I would receive and then getting something that isn't and being told it is what I asked for.
I don't think I see communicating a need as separate from a request, either speaking to me or spoken by me.
Things that are not needs that I think it unlikely would be met, or which I think would involve taking from others, I tend not to ask or mention. 'needs' that hit the same qualifiers I have more trouble with, and generally choose to do without, accepting there will be unpleasant consequences for myself.

Wow

[otterdancing.livejournal.com]

"You cannot truly know me until you know grief."

yep.

[puckmls.livejournal.com]

What I chose for my sacrifice at the Fire of Venus at FSA Beltane was ... tears. :-)

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

how did you sacrifice your tears? By allowing yourself to cry? By giving over the right to make you cry? I'm curious about the mechanics of this.

[puckmls.livejournal.com]

By allowing myself to cry. I was feeling extremely emotional at that moment, probably because all of the mundane-world walls I'd put up were coming down, so tears seemed like an entirely appropriate sacrifice. I also wiped my tears onto the piece of paper that I'd written my sacrifice on and that I later placed into the cauldron.