red light Tarot * take it easy there * compassion, tower & time space
Sure seems like sometimes peoples just don’t know where the brakes are on their vessel. And don’t know if ‘twas more the full moon, or the not so uncommon “me first” mentality, and still me suspects or surmises that some of us need to up and stop running the red lights in our life.
First it was a heated argument in the library lobby with an unsuspecting enough, albeit likely more loudmouth than necessary fellow, squared off with the local streetside resident, who was gonna be anything but shown up, and just had to get the last word in. A father jumped in and said he’s got kids here, which amped things up a notch, and while he was dialing the local sheriff, and before the oversized security guard clodhopped her way to the center of the growing fracas.
And most everyone has heard to look left then right before taking leave of the four way limit line, and yet the guy next to me just had to jump the gun and get the first leg up on things. Only problem was that another unsuspecting enough driver was a little (or rather quite a bit) tardy getting thru the intersection, and took a T-bone broadside, and for better or much the worse.
‘Twas straight up filo >> first in, the intersection, last out, of the car, and I totally get it. While driving tour guide across North America it wasn’t just once that I was a tad late past the same said limit line, and found myself ‘xplaining to my pax, that ‘twasn’t a red, but a pink light.
We’re all guilty. Live full throttle, pedal to the metal, and never look back. No worries, no regrets. He who hesitates is lost, and the early bird gets the worm. She’s just gotta have it, and ‘tis mine for the taking. First come, first serve. Get off to a good start, and get a clean start out of that gate.
How ‘bout instead of “let them eat cake,” how ‘bout let them go first, or I think I’ll defer. In my ‘hood we’ve gots to watch out fer dem deer by night and bicyclists by day. ‘Tis perhaps best to take pause, and to take it slow sometimes, and to recall that good things sometimes take time.
Ye olde sixth sense and a little some spatial and/or conscious awareness comes in handy every now and then, ‘specially when dem folks is just one car ahead or to the side of yah.
How ‘bout take a lesson, and to take less on.
Compassion is my compass. Restore your mind and body, heart and soul, into wholeness. Be patient, take it easy (there) and let your hands guide you, and recall that your hands are an extension of the heart.
Consider to be heartfelt.
Time space. If we run around spaced out, deluded, and with our head up in the clouds/sky, we can suffer the ignorance of our body as an instrument of enhancing our awareness of our place in time and space. The query is how do you judge the prevailing direction in your life ??
The process and practice of karma yoga can afford one an oft penetrating clarity of judgment that thwarts most all dark hidden motives, and serves as a departure point in consciousness for the sowing of new seeds. ‘Tis oft nothing short of revelation, and a revolution in consciousness.
Tower. For some we recall it as a sense of urgency and/or immediacy. To just do it. That it’s high time, if not now or never time. ‘Tis a good day to die, or perhaps better to reLife a new soul and a new life, and as we find ourselves again at ground zero, and as if we didn’t do it, we were thinking about doing it. Real eyes that you’ve done it now and again, and are done for.
Consider to yield the right of way, and the “right way.” Do the right thing. Be the saving grace.
