back to the listening post

This set of chimes swings on my patio. Corinthian chimes.  Glorious to behold and healing and soothing and in perfect harmony with the flock of doves who are, at this moment, cooing their way through the hot Texas afternoon.

The same Person who suddenly declared me Satan's Minion last week gave them to me in April, after Randall had recovered from his Hospital Adventures, and they have brought me much joy.
I'm ashamed to say that a series of junior-high responses to the naming as Minion, and Root of All Evil, flitted through my lonely brain last week in the wake of the Rejection, including giving back the chimes in a self-righteous manner with the disclaimer, "Give them to someone who matters to you this time."

I'm relieved to say that I am keeping them, because they did give them to someone that matters. Me. Flawed, headstrong, loving, wonderful Me.
Whether or not I remain in that Person's estimation has no bearing on the wonder that has always been Me. (I'm still bewildered and dismayed at the rejection, and wish I could fix it. I always will, I suppose.) Nonetheless, at one time our paths crossed, we shared joys, and those are the memories I'm keeping. In my heart -- and in my ears, out on the patio.
I have survived the calamities in my life with a steadfast resolve to keep Listening, to God, to my inner self where the Truth is. Those chimes, forged and perfectly tuned in the key of A, will forever remind me of the perfection of Real Love. Not social connections and tenuous inter-personal relationships, but Real Love, forged at once in adversity and joy, and sounding forth peals of harmony. Shaped and trimmed and tuned.

What do you hear? What are you listening to in your heart? Hope and happiness, even in daunting times? Do you replay the negative tapes that others try to indoctrinate you with -- if only you had.., if only you could..., if only you were...? I've lost a lot of sleep trying to reach unattainable standards over my lifetime... as I'm sure others have, as well. Click on the link below if you want to vent share muse.

The Listening Post is always open, and the chimes are gently clanging, in perfect pitch, in the breeze.