WE RIDE ON OUR BLESSINGS, OR CURSES

We ride on our own blessings,
along with all the other noble steeds -
aroused by the provocations of our teachers and predecessors

A friend in Arizona recently cited the bolded line above and provided the following response.

Of particular significance to me this day is the line: "We ride on our own blessings." Daily blessing was the major theme of the letter I just wrote Marketa an hour ago. The writing of that letter made me determined to do much more of it at gratitude log, on Twitter, at Facebook - without fail.

Let us daily increase in: wisdom, love, gratitude, reverence, healing, peace, joy, happiness, laughter and prosperity.

Love and Blessings X 10,


If we don’t feel blessed, then we should perhaps ask ourselves if we have accepted living as “cursed”. Let me share with you my former symptoms of feeling cursed, and how it came about that I was able to shake off and ultimately lay down the curse.

My curse
I cursed my mom and especially my dad a lot,
because they seemingly failed me,
passing on their cursed experiences –
they were the first that passed the spell, the curse, on to me.

I slipped into this obsession of condemning them, as well as myself,
then projected this condemnation everywhere and on everyone else.

I cursed life itself, when it did not give me exactly what I wanted.
In those times, I really berated and depreciated myself.
I poked and prodded my wounded self
Into full inflammation, anger, aggression
This hell I conjured up and made of my self.

And one day all this projection reversed itself
And I saw the carnage and wreckage, the absence of love I’d brought to myself
I then spent a couple of years enrapt with trying to redeem myself.

Till all of a sudden, that fever broke as well

My blessings in Abundance
In prayer, I laid myself open to all that had been
And there came to me a rightness of seeing
in this momentary refrain
of non-doing.
Then there was up-rooting
Then there was a longing, a desire, a blooming
and sense of belonging to a vast unconditional love
A fellowship to be cultivated within.
Then there were profound expressions of fellowship with others
Laying down a template for telling truth as this moment unfolds.

Then a commitment to work on laying down defensive and offensive acts
To be wide open and vulnerable to life.
Then, a deeper appreciation for Prayer: A Radical Response to Life [1]
That opened me to rise up with non-aggression and defend,
internally and externally, the right conditions
for love to be incubated, encouraged,
cultivated, practiced, shared, and sealed with blessings.

These seals of blessings,
swim and play in our spirit ocean,
as energetic potential for what can be,
Come play with them and become
infected and transformed by their gentle, loving nature,
their innocence, their seemingly naïveté,
their accumulated depth of wisdom in loving and accepting
all that is, all that can be realized,
by responding to the callings of your blessed inner Self.


[1] Prayer: A Radical Response to Life, by Matthew Fox