It Was Rice!!!

For so long I have been mistaken.

In a pure state of wonder and humility, I had to announce to my wife, my dog, and now all of you on planet Earth who own a device that picks up the Internet and can read these words.

Yes, it was rice ... all along.

Rice! Who knew?

There I was a little kid, loving my rice pudding. Eating it up at snack time, to go along with my baloney sandwich and chocolate PopTart.

One question that came to my mind, but only very faintly in the way back recesses of the gray matter, was this: "I wonder what those soft, skinny, short white morsels are in this pudding?" It was such a fleeting thought, and I didn't take much stock in it. I was too busy gobbling down my pudding.

At the same time, for years - decades even - I had been aware of the food product called "rice," used in such adventures as Chinese Food, beans and rice, and just plain ole "rice" on the side of my veggies. Sometimes it showed up as brown rice, sometimes white, sometimes too hard when it was served as leftovers.

All of this is backdrop for the amazing and enlightening experience I had the other day.

There I was ... this time as a full-grown adult, having a conversation with my wife. The topic was childhood desserts. I mentioned tapioca pudding as one my faves. My wife noted that her grandmother liked rice pudding. After considering how much I too was a fan, my wife then noted her distaste of it, saying, "Who puts rice in pudding?"

OH MY FLIPPING GOD!

It WAS rice in that pudding.

And - check this out ... that is PROBABLY why THEY CALLED IT "RICE PUDDING!!!"
For all my time walking this planet, I somehow have never put it together that those small "rice-like" morsels in "rice pudding" would be "rice."

So ... what's the point?

Besides a funny story to share, it was an opportunity to open my mind and consider what else out there has transpired that I have yet to recognize. What else is there to realize, as I become more and more aware of various viewpoints, constitutions to consider, and subtle messages?

Just as important as the ingredients within rice pudding.


More of James Anthony Ellis' explorations can be found at www.LegacyProductions.org.  

I Speak For The Energy

There is an energy that has been trapped inside of you.

It is I.

Pushed down by years and decades and even lifetimes of suppression, censorship, neglect, avoidance. Perhaps in that order.

Sent asunder in times when you wanted to stand up and say your truth, but another voice told you not to. It shushed you, and I was trapped, building momentum within, like a snowball gathering weight and size in silence.

I speak for the energy.

I speak for the times that you took heed of those who wanted to quiet you, since you wanted to bring up something uncomfortable to them. You wanted to get relief by speaking up about something gone awry. You wanted to point out a broken word or clear out some discord left there, slipped under the carpet ... of denial.

It was so uncomfortable to you. But it was less painful to suppress the thoughts, feelings and, yes, energy than to speak these. For you would be shamed and blamed. And you could not and would not have that.

Until it got too much.

Until I – the energy – became too much.

And you had to say something. You had to give your perceptions words. You had to express yourself. You had to free me.

I speak for the energy.

At first – since you waited so long to give your ideas birth – the energy came out as anger, with an explosion as if claiming, "I'm so upset I kept this in so long! How could I have done that?" And then – as time moved along – the energy arose like a sad song, lilting in your mind, as the expression became tears to wash you clean of the self-betrayal and ... lift you in self-forgiveness.

Until finally, arising like a sun at dawn, that energy underneath it all showed itself to be your truest nature, that divine spark, a truth of truths, a depth unnamed, wanting free expression all along.

Yes, it is here, anytime you want to open up to it. It may not at first be pretty or elegant or effortless, but it will be that which speaks strongest and truest within, forever.

Yes, it is I.