Sal's Musings

                                     Click  Ernest Winder's Artwork to see the above book                        (Book is available for purchase.  Click  Book Purchase Info  if interested) Above is a video I made of his work     

                                                                                         

I would like to address something that has presented itself since my last post.  The issue in regard to women feeling like housework is all their responsibility and husbands don’t help out.  Yes there are definitely men out there that hold hard to the “pink and blue work” mentality but I have seen how the majority of men are willing to help out around the house if we would only ask .  But then there is the problem of “but I shouldn’t have to ask!  They should just know!" We need to go a little deeper with this whole “battle” to understand it and be able to shift our perception into a more productive space.  Regardless of how we feel about it we still live in a society where for the most part there is still very much the "pink and blue work" mentality in, at the very least, our subconscious and it is going to be a very long time before it is fully removed from our social conditioning "portfolio".  A big part of it is "the house is the woman's

That picture was me.  Well not literally 😏 So here is my story about the rage I felt that night I wrote about in my previous page.  How it began was, I had spent the afternoon and early evening texting with a close friend with whom I enjoy very deep conversations.  I always feel very good and uplifted afterwards being able to share so deeply and completely with this woman.  But this time I noticed near the end that my comments were becoming laced with cynicism and resentment ( not towards her).  When we were finished, I felt extremely out of sorts but had no idea why.  Obviously something near the end of the conversation had triggered some unknown emotional “button”.  I couldn’t figure out what it was.  Couldn't shake it.  It carried on through the rest of the evening.  By the time I went to bed, all of this nasty energy was coursing through my body and I knew I was going to have a rough night.  I managed to get to sleep quickly but sure enough, I woke up at 1:30 am fit to

Many years ago I ran across a picture (really wish I could find it but haven’t had any luck) of Buddha sitting peacefully in mediation in the centre surrounded by a collage of pictures of noise and confusion.  It really stuck with me.  I yearned for that kind of peace.  I used to go to a women’s drumming group.  The place we gathered was beautiful and peaceful.  We would all breathe a sigh of relief as we pulled up the long driveway surrounded by cedar trees.  The evenings spent there, all the participants enjoyed a state of bliss.  One night while we were sharing, I mentioned this sense of bliss we all had but commented on how we needed to find a way to feel like this in our everyday lives, not just in places and moments like these.  I remember everybody looking at me like I had three heads!  Since then I have spoken to people about this “elusive place” and wanting to achieve it and have been told (and I’m talking about spiritual teachers) that it is not possible.  That it is a

I find this a often.  I look for a quote to place at the top of the page that embodies what I wish to write about and come up with mostly negative version – looking for a “No Expectations” one was no exception (just shows how attached me seem to be to negative views)  Majority of them were things like “Have no expectations and people will not disappoint you” as if it is the other persons fault for falling short.  I don’t think any of us enjoy having expectations put upon us (at least when it isn’t agreed upon by both parties) so why do we feel it is perfectly acceptable to put them on others?  And then when the person (who hasn’t agreed t our expectations) fails to live up to them we get bent out of shape and angry at them!   Who many relationships have been destroyed simply for that fact that one or both individuals don’t live up to the imposed expectations?  There is a psychological term called “projecting” and I feel this is a perfect example of just that.  Projecting (just lik