The Pram and The Smudgestick

Namaste!

Something quite funny happened to me last week at my sons playgroup. But firstly I need to explain something. After that day at Playgroup I have come to another realisation; that I am having difficulties relating and communicating with "unawakened" and ego driven people. My few close friends are all spiritual and it is this reason why we are so close, as we can all relate and talk to eachother about anything without judgement. I have made the choice to have spiritual friends, mainly because I find it hard to keep a friendship going with someone who is driven by ego. These friendships always seem to fizzle out, there is a lack of interest on both sides, a lack of understanding, and most of all a lack of conversation.

This takes me back to the incident at Playgroup. Besides myself, there are about a dozen other mums and dads that attend each week. And again, I seem to be the odd one out. Everyone else has joined a little group, and I am on my own. I sit each week with my son and play, and often the other kids will join in. I don't feel separate from the other parents but I do realise that we are certainly different on many levels.

Each week I tune into some of the converstations and they are always the same. One group talk about their work and how much money they make, its like a little competition between them. Another group always talk about the births of their children; the what, when, and how it all happened. They compare the length of the birth, the difficulty and methods of pain relief. And the stories go on each week in that manner. I could probably jump in and have my say about these things, but that kind of talk just isnt me anymore and it doesnt feed my spirit. In fact, I find that when I do talk about such things, my ego absolutely loves it. My ego loves it when I focus on one of my "stories" especially the ones where I was the victom. I now choose not to feed my ego any of that behaviour. I would rather stay quiet and alone than engage my ego with the energy it craves to stay alive.

Anyway the funny part of the day came when I had to get my sons sippy cup from the pram. Now, I do keep a lot of things in the pram. Including some of my ritual and spiritual "supplies" like crystals, holy water, incense, smudge sticks, sage leaves etc. After all, you never know when your aura needs cleansing. So as I went through the contents of the pram basket, I started pulling out a few items to find the sippy cup. I had a handful of crystals, an incense packet in my mouth, and a whopping big smudgestick on the hood of the pram. I was dropping sage leaves and crystals all over the floor. As I finally found the cup, I looked up to see a dozen eyes starring at me in utter disbelief. Jaws had dropped open and whispers were exchanged. "Sorry" I said timidly as I quickly put everything back into the basket and gave my son his juice. "Oh crap" I thought to myself, Ive probably just labelled myself as the "Playgroup Witch". But I did have a little giggle. In that moment I realised that although I have trouble relating to these people, they probably feel the same way about me. Especially now that they have seen the contents of my life.

Am I really the only mother on earth who carries smudgesticks in their childs pram? Hmmm... Hopefully next week they wont all be waiting for me with a wooden stake and fire torches ;)

Love, light and spirit to you all...