CATEGORY: DARE BRAIN NOVEMBER 3,2016
With a steaming mug of hot Irish tea in my cozy cogitative corner, it is understanding I seek.
Lineage sure seems out of our control, of course y’all know this!
Lineage, what’s up the line? What’s down the line? Seriously, do I really have to inherit that dreaded disease, addiction, hair color or any else I mentioned on page 11 of Clan of Hearts, from a great, great, great, relative?
Whether it’s up or down, we are dealing with extremes or opposites which is the past or future, which seems to be duality… well, it’s certainly not now.
Is lineage really a line? Maybe lineage is more like a heart with a myriad of light shoots going everywhere, in, out, big, small…so what determines a lot or a little of our connections in life.
What kind of DNA or genes does it take for us to be on a lineage that is out of control and headed straight over a cliff?
Who gets the credit or the blame for what’s going on or not going on in our lives?
Can we with our choices, manipulate what goes down our line, beyond the obvious partner picks to have children with?
We’d have to be able to change our genetic make-up right now, go back to the source, a pure source, before our relatives started screwing up our DNA and genes, before those questionable decisions we’ve made, has us going in a direction of future-drama.
I think I will look in my heart for the beginning of the line, there’s no time like the present to make contact with love, for love must be the beginning, making for a brighter tomorrow, now, so thinkin’ this may be just the ticket I need to board the lineage line I dream of and send that on down the line.
Don’t want to be passin’ no more crap down my line…Oh dear, got to go scrape some poo!
This has been a deb’s witty ditty on deb’s ditty blog.
