Sandbox

Here is a dose of playful positivity to uplift you after my bumming news about our balance being broken. Please hang in there. To recap, we do unfortunately have a world that favors men, represented as the sun, and demotes woman, represented by the moon.  *Margaret Starbird describes these devastating influences this way, “Deprived of his equal opposite because the feminine is viewed as an inferior object, the frustrated ascendant male causes burnout: ‘where the sun always shines, there’s a desert below.’ Forests wither, streams dry up, the earth cracks. The wasteland ensues.

So we have a lot of sand….like a gigantic sandbox!

So I am wondering, considering our broken balance, do you get bummed out? Ever feel insanely overwhelmed with all the crises, conflicts, and challenges? Pulled apart with all the pokes and pain? And you just don’t know how to live within the madness, or be able to muster the muscle to make it? I know I can feel this way, and in the summer of 2006, I came up with an idea to help me get through these times. I was walking with my child around a lake located across from a playground and behind a rundown restaurant that frequently hosted fishers, drinkers, and smokers, and also served as the receptacle for their bottles and butts. This was also the habitat for many families of ducks and geese that my child and I enjoyed watching, playing peek- a- boo in the water, and  listening to their squeaking and squawking.  Beautiful nature mixed up with human crap!  I felt equally bummed for the animals and bitter towards the humans who didn’t share my way of honoring the outdoors.  I had to work hard to focus on the experience with my child, while cautiously looking for broken glass. Then I noticed kids playing at the park across the driveway, and I thought, “All of us living beings are trying to make it among all the crap.” Hearing the children laughing and ducks enjoying a dip in the lake, a simple epiphany came to me: we can choose to accept that there is crap and still enjoy playing. Better than sitting on the sideline being bummed and bitter.

 Musing on it for a bit, I came up with an analogy to help take the edge off of the serious scariness of life, and imagined earth as a gigantic sandbox that God (the Universe, Goddess, whatever you prefer) created to give us an opportunity to play our parts on the stage of life. The production is an invitation that offers our souls experimentation to come to the conclusion, “I am Divine!”  “My humanity has nothing on my Divinity!” We are invited to enjoy the bliss of re-membering with our brothers and sisters and experiencing Unity on Earth. Of course, there is still the crap.  We can choose to ignore it, but we’ll miss the prize.  Although if we obsess with it, it will stay our of reach.

"It's just a sandbox"
“It’s just a sandbox”

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It’s kind of like when your parents sent you off to the playground to play, knowing some other kid may throw sand on you in the sandbox, and there might even be a shard of glass. But despite the possible injuries, we will survive and make it home. So the big Sandbox of Life also has plenty of possibilities for boo-boo’s and run-in’s with “bullies” (souls fueled on fear), yet no matter how awful it is, it is not ultimate reality.  Whenever our bodies are unable to maintain the housing arrangement with our souls, we just go home. We are gently lifted out of the sandbox back in to our Divine Mama’s arms, welcomed back with loads of love and harmony, everything endured on Earth, healed.

Of course I would not recommend spending your time waiting to go back Home; I speak from experience. So what I offer, if it interests you, is a mantra for when you want to bury your head in the sand, “It’s just a sandbox. It’s just a sandbox.” Yes there are big and powerful “bullies” trying to control everything, “It’s just a sandbox.” And sadly, there are big fights between the “bullies” that are wreaking havoc for far too many, “It’s just a sandbox.”

And I know it can seem unnecessarily cruel that while you are here, there is an outrageously unequal distribution of resources. Take water for example. Some of the sandy areas have ample water supplies near rolling waves. Many live by a dried up creek beds, others near a factory, and their water smells like poop. There are dwellers deep in the desert with no water at all, only mirages. Some have fresh ground water gurgling up from below, and others have enough shell currency to have that pristine water imported to them wherever they are. But remember, “It’s just a sandbox.” None of those circumstances are permanent. We are more likely going to learn to divvy resources out fairly if we keep the big picture in mind, and allow our motivation to come from the concern in our hearts for our brothers and sisters who are in need. Try to inspire the kids with the full canteen to share with our love lived out example.  And remember, “It’s just a sandbox.”

I know it’s hard to understand why some are born into bubbles supplied with really spiffy sand toys that build sturdy and intricate castles, while others get rusty cans and washed up shoes. Some of us have really experienced sandbox dwellers excited to show us the ropes. Others are pretty much expected to figure it out on their own.  In whatever corner of the sandbox you reside, you will have some unique kind of challenging conditions and circumstances. Try and remember that when you think your corner sucks the most. And before you decide to exclude that rich kid who “has it all,” maybe try hearing his story about his corner with some consideration and compassion. You never know, he may reciprocate your humanity.  Because a sandbox is a perfect place to make a friend.

If you are like me, you could cry a river when you think of not only shards of glass, but toxic remains of wars, poisonous byproducts from industry, used hypodermic needles, leaking oil, falling trees, dying animals, smog, pesticides…. all that CRAP! We have some real serious sh!t scattered everywhere!  It can seem so ridiculous that we all don’t want to keep this beautiful play space a lot cleaner.  Fortunately many have picked up their pooper-scoopers and are out combing the desert. One way to help the sadness is action, and we always need more hands and bigger scoopers.  A shared purpose is another perfect opportunity to make more playmates.

We only come here because in Heaven, you only know about your Divine nature; our amazingly intricate and beautifully designed interconnection. That’s all fine and good, but maybe a bit boring.  We want this challenge, to EXPERIENCE and live out this Divine truth, and feel how wonderful interconnection is, like a big group hug.  You want to learn how to create and manifest a life in which your soul evolves towards its highest vision about itself. So you willingly choose to come to the sandbox, knowing that here the resources are not shared fairly. You picked certain circumstances when you collaborated with God. Together you planned a purposeful pairing of particular premises to allow you the perfect parameters for you to play out your soul’s purpose.

Hope this helps..

* Starbird, Margaret. The Woman with the Alabaster Jar, Mary Magdalen and the Holy Grail. Rochester: Bear & Company, 1993. Print.

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Author: Maria

I'm a Metaphysically Mystified mUSe, Masseuse, and Mediator. Cosmic college educated, side-stream explorer, energetic facilitator of healing with a compassionate core. Passionate about promoting peace for all the precious priceless people of the planet while being perposterously playful and present. An aromaticaly Divine hip gypsy.....who surrenders to sound to shape the invisible. Synchronicities rock my world!

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