Today’s Wylde Women’s Wisdom is a chirpy quote from “The Tao of Pooh” by Benjamin Hoff.  I loved it when I read it.  I hated his next book – he got very preachy.  Anyways, the quote:

Things just happen the right way at the right time.  At least they do when you let them [instead of] trying hard to make it happen another way.

I collected the Wylde Women quotes I’m currently starting back through with these blogs YEARS ago.I should, perhaps, find some new quotes to replace ones that I write about as “chirpy” since that is a clue my inner self is not so much in agreement any more.

Will I be burned at the stake if I say that I no longer believe that there is a purpose to things happening just the right way?  All these hurricanes this year, the fire in California, mass murders on the uptick – these are not the right way.  Perhaps 100 years from now those who are alive will be able to look back and say” “as bad as it was, at least it was a turning point for us to start reaching out and talking to each other.”  Wouldn’t that be grand?  and who knows.

But those of us who must live through this negative energy, and find our own lives having catastrophe after catastrophe need not ask forgiveness if we start believing that it’s all random, and some are born with a silver spoon that helps take away the random.  I shall be a heretic here too:  while money may not buy happiness, it sure can mitigate a lot of the pain by assuring a roof over your head and food to eat while everything is going to hell in a handbasket.  The 1% is surely not going about collecting money they will never live long enough to spend because it doesn’t buy them happiness.  It does buy them power.  You can compute whether or not that equates to happiness.

This isn’t meant to be cynical.  It’s meant to say, that like religion, new age platitudes have a way of making us think we have done something wrong and are being punished if things aren’t going well – that we are inherently *wrong.”  I don’t like that.  I don’t believe it.  And I’m not going to accept that any more – I have.  I ‘m done.

I sort of feel the way I felt when I was doing fundamental Christianity for 5 minutes in my 20s and read Job, and thought:  gee.  His whole family gets killed off, but in the end he gets a new one.  And that makes everything ok.  What about the wife and kids that didn’t make it through.  What about them?  Oh – they don’t count.  That kind of thing.

I have to pause here and say I am the most curious of all to see where these daily posts will take me.  I certainly didn’t expect this ride!

In the spirit of making sure I leave you with something uplifting to think about (and I hope that you WILL be uplifted by being freed of all rhetoric about how things are.  They just are.  And some days what we make of that doesn’t register high on the new age – it’s all in how you respond.  Smile!  Be Cheery! Not.), I am going out to find something that might help you and me.

I set out looking for Jean Houston and her quote (I use it in my master’s thesis) about how we are the people of the abyss – neither here nor there, the people of the in between, and ran across a Jack London quote I’ve never seen:  If this is the best that civilisation can do for the human, then give us howling and naked savagery.  Far better to be a people of the wilderness and desert, of the cave and the squatting-place, than to be a people of the machine and the Abyss.  

That is my life right now – I set off in a direction and find myself rather lost.  In art that is usually good – it means I’m creating something new.  So here’s my uplifting thought:  transpersonally, those of us who care are setting about creating something new.  We’ve never been there.  We have no idea where “there” is or even if it’s a thing or a place or just words.  There are a lot of side trails that dead end.  There is a lot of fog that makes it difficult to see that, in fact, we are making progress, however you want to define it.  We are making progress because we are discarding beliefs and platitudes that have held us in place – not grounded but chained.  The chains/beliefs/old stories are dissolving.   it isn’t even a breaking, it is a release. And that can be very scary.

Let’s hold hands and walk together in the dark.

Oh, and here’s Jean Houston:

…we are clearly at the end of one age and not quite at the beginning of the new one.  we are the pepole who are treading air over the abyss, the people of the parentheses.