Matriarch Tales #12 The Matriarchs Have Answers – by Saga








So.  Now that I’ve finished the tales handed down about the matriarchs of my family, I hear their voices in my head and they do not want to be quieted. I’m told the veil between this world and the next is thinnest at Samhain (Halloween) and Beltane (May Day), but these days the matriarchs are insistent upon being heard no matter how thin or thick that veil may be. 

Maybe they know how desperate we all are, how stressed we are about the state of the planet, the democracy, the economy, the health of those we love.  Maybe they know we have been born into what we call “interesting times” if we are even capable of euphemism these days.

The matriarchs have suggestions!  Here is what they are telling me these days.  

           
It will all be different in the morning. Maybe what you need is rest. Take a break and the answer will come to you.

First do what is on your nerves the most. No point in letting something “hang over your head”. Do what you dread most and it will be done and you can move on.

Start in one corner and go around the room. Just start anywhere; starting is the thing. Your energy will get stronger as you go along, from sheer relief if nothing else.

You can always trust a woman’s intuition. Trust yourself, your hunches, the quiet voice in your head, your ideas. If someone or something feels odd, then it is. Be watchful. If you are male, consult the women in your life.

Never underestimate the power of a woman. Remember your own power. If you don’t feel it now, remember a time when you did.

Anything will taste better with more salt, butter, or mayonnaise. You can fix most mistakes – in the kitchen or elsewhere.

Look for the best in other people and you will find it. We’re all struggling with something, be compassionate and give folks the benefit of the doubt. AND don’t put up with dishonesty, cruelty, general meanness, or greed.

It’s never too late… To apologize, to tell the truth, to start over, to follow a dream.

Just look at that pretty little minute. Stop to smell the flowers, to notice beauty, to appreciate.






I thank Nancy Alice, Bertha Rachel, Dorothy Alice, and Grace Elizabeth. 



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