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Many Shades of your Love

Love, sweet love! Today is the day of roses and chocolates, traditional expressions of devotion on Valentine’s Day. Red roses in particular denote the hot flame of passion. Romance is wonderful! But, of course, it is just one of the many shades of your love.

The ancient Greek definitions of love

For example, pink roses are quietly tender, and attributes often associated with them are: grace, harmony, gratitude, and joy. They therefore represent what we hope for in a more universal humanitarian love, what the ancient Greeks called “Agape”. The other types of love named by the Greeks are: Eros, Philia, Ludus, Pragma, Philautia, and Storge. And getting back to romance just for a moment, the love between two partners takes on different shades as their love evolves through the years.

Don’t look for outside love to complete you

Valentine’s Day is lighthearted fun when you’re in love and feeling romantic. But unfortunately the day can also bring out a feelings of lack and unhappiness in people, when they do not have a lover or spouse showering presents and flowers upon them. Love is a powerful force in this universe, but if we are always looking for it from an outside source to complete us, we become prime candidates for bitter disappointment. First and foremost, we must love ourselves. And when we do, we begin to see the world through loving eyes and we become magnets for love, in all of its beautiful forms and colors.

Express the many shades of love

Please, tell someone you love them this Valentine’s, be they lover, friend or family. Express your gratitude for their place in your life. Let’s make it a day not just for romance, but also for building a love that blossoms outward and opens many hearts. Who we are as individuals is not inconsequential in the world. We are all part of a greater whole, one humanity. Let’s choose to be love.

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Many Shades of Your Love © Susan L Hart 2019-2020

Connecting to the Infinite

Who am I?

Genetics, environment, experience. They have all helped to shape who I am.

A touch of auburn in my hair from Dad; long piano playing fingers from Mom.

But father, why did you not give me the brilliant flaming locks that run in your Scottish family? Why just a whisper of red for me? I have a fire inside that rages, and a need to blaze a path in this world. My Maori friend calls me “Fire”. Perhaps it is so my flame is evident only to those with eyes that see deeper?

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And mother, why was I born with your hands, yet bereft of musical talent? It felt cruel. It was a source of frustration to me that I failed at piano lessons. But wait, … I was good at so many other things. Perhaps it was so I could learn to see in myself what is, rather than what is not?

One summer afternoon, the girl I was lay on her bed daydreaming. And I left my body. Up, up, up I rose, until I was floating among the stars, tethered to Earth by a slender silver thread. And I felt infinity for the first time. I realized that I was so much more than they were telling me.

I am the artist in France, learning to express my soul on canvas. Painting is like breathing to me in this life. That other me walks in Monet’s garden, and I yearn to again. A photo of the Seine in the fog makes my heart ache with longing. It is a happy life.

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I am the Japanese geisha, in love with a powerful man. He loves me, but we cannot be together. And even now, pink cherry blossoms in spring make my heart both sing and weep, all at the same time. The lesson? I love and I am loved. And in the end, the love is all that is important.

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And sometimes when I walk along the sidewalk, I recognize a piece of myself in a stranger’s eyes. How can I say what it is exactly? It is fleeting, but I see it. And I feel it.

When I pass a beggar on the street, I attach a blessing to the coin I give. In my mind I say to him, “I know you, and I feel your pain. I have been where you are. It is an important lesson you are learning, and it will all be okay.”

There is so much of me flooding in from the world, sometimes I feel overwhelmed by it. So I wash the dishes or sweep the floor, ordinary tasks that ground me in the here and now.

But I can never deny to myself, or to the world, that which I know to be true.

I am star dust. I am infinite. I am part of it All.

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Connecting to the Infinite / Pieces of Me © Susan L Hart 2019-2020

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Hart Quill Blog | Rainbow Warriors Legend | HartHaiku.com

Rainbow Warriors Legend

The Maori of New Zealand have many ancient legends and stories to explain their beginnings, their ancestors, their deep connection with Papataanuku (Mother Earth), and their relationship with Io, the supreme spiritual power.

The Three Baskets of Knowledge is the story of Tane, who was called to make the journey and ascend through the many realms to the uppermost realm, occupied only by Io-Matua-Kore, God-the-Parentless, to obtain from Io the three baskets of knowledge and bring the wisdom back to Earth for the benefit of all humankind.

Archetypal journey of the mystic

Looked at simply, it is a story that explains how humankind gained knowledge of things both earthly and spiritual. However, at a deeper level, it is a metaphor for the archetypal inner journey of the mystic, as he or she travels inwards, seeking always to find unity with the universe, and to become one with his or her concept or knowing of Io or God or the Supreme Being or the Way.

The Maori song  about Tane’s journey, “He oriori mo Tuteremoana”, speaks of the incredible gift we are endowed with as part of the Source of all spiritual energy, and that is the power to create whatever we desire with our minds.

“Listen O son. There was only one spiritual energy that transported Tane to the Uppermost realm; it was the spiritual power of the mind.”

Rainbow bridge between worlds

The rainbow as a bridge between realms and as a sign of hope and inspiration for the world is found in countless legends and stories of the indigenous cultures. For instance, the Maori legend of Uenuku and the Mist Maiden is a testimony to the power of love, and the rainbow represents love in all its shades. The rainbow is a reminder of the covenant between land and sky, mortal and immortal, earthbound and celestial.

Tiwhana mai i e rangi a Uenuku-rangi! Span the skies, great rainbow of Uenuku!

Coming of the Golden Age

Many indigenous cultures believe that under the symbol of the rainbow, humanity will come into balance with one another and the Earth to experience the Golden Age. However, first an alignment with spiritual values, a healing between brothers and sisters, and a renewed reverence and appreciation for the Earth must take place.

The legends promise that when the devastation (especially as it was wrought upon the native peoples and upon the land itself) is at its worst, spiritually aligned souls among peoples of all colors, peoples of the rainbow, will feel a calling of Spirit and come together to bring things back to proper balance. These souls, who would do no violence and would work to end violence, would be called the Rainbow Warriors.

Let’s take a good look around us… It would appear that the time of the Rainbow Warriors has come.

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Rainbow Warriors Legend” © Susan L Hart 2019

Quotation from “He oriori mo Tuteremoana” is by Tuhotoariki, grand-uncle of Tuteremoana, the most famous descendant ot Tara, eponymous ancestor of the Maori Ngai Tara tribe. He lived nineteen or twenty generations ago. At his birth Tuhotoariki composed a well known oriori or song chant, “He oriori mo Tuteremoana”, which has survived to this day. Tohotoariki was a famous tohunga or priest of his time, and his oriori contains many spiritual teachings for his high born grand-nephew.

Building your Courage Arsenal

Courage has many faces. As with beauty, so is fear in the eye of the beholder. Something that requires a degree of courage for me, may in fact be effortless for you. For example, several of my friends have lately raved about zip lining. However, in spite of their enthusiasm and reassurances that it is quite risk free, I am resistant. Zip lining is considered a pretty tame activity for outdoor enthusiasts, but… Still I am I fearful. Why?

I have a fear of physical exposure engendered by an accident. When my partner and I lived in Thailand, we had a serious motorcycle mishap. A careless driver drove his bike into us at fairly high speed while we were making a legal right turn on ours. I was catapulted off the bike for some feet, planting my face squarely on the pavement.

Luckily I was wearing a helmet with a brim, which kept most of my face damage free. When I picked myself up, I realized I had broken one of my front teeth from the impact. My right leg was also quite badly hurt. Thankfully it was not broken, but there was significant soft tissue damage. This took months to heal completely so that I could walk 100% pain-free.

The challenge of ingrained fears

We bought a larger motorcycle (and better helmets!) and traveled that way for the duration of our years in Thailand. It was simply the most suitable transportation choice for various reasons. But every single time I rode on the bike, I had to overcome the fear of having another accident. Riding a motorcycle became an exercise in courage. Life had presented me with a situation that forced me to push my internal boundaries.

Risk to push your fear boundaries

This little story is just part of a larger one. Some years ago, we sold all of our material possessions to travel and see some of the world. This is highly unusual; there are not many examples or mentors for this life path. And, in the North American culture it went against the model of what is expected in a person’s midlife. We were “supposed to be” accumulating the material signs of success, not throwing them away. We did not conform to the required formula for life.

Before we left, someone said to me, “You are brave, Susan.” I remember shrugging it off as nothing. But, now in retrospect I would respond, “Yes, I am”. For are we not all, when we push the boundaries of our comfort level? And, particularly when it does not conform to the dictates of society?

Facing fears builds moxie and grit

Life is full of choices. Some are small, others large. And the big ones inevitably present us with trials that embody one fear or another. Based on my experiences, I believe that facing our fears and moving through them does in fact help us to build a “courage arsenal”. As with love, our moxie and grit expand the more we use them. I’ve discovered new worlds, as well as abilities in myself, that I never would have without taking some risk. In the final analysis, that has been the great reward.

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Building your Courage Arsenal © Susan L Hart 2019