As you are all aware by now, I can spin a positive for pretty much anything, and find the cosmic connection, or symbolic reasoning, behind most every situation. My son has a sore throat right now. On only one side. Here’s the odd thing about him and me – I got pregnant with this kid because of my own sore throat.
All through high school I’d come down with an ailment that was throat related. Tonsilitis, mumps, swollen neck glands, the list was endless. Now I know that symbolically these are signs of repressed voice, the inner feeling that one cannot “swallow” what is being fed to, or forced upon, the person.
After I graduated, the symptoms continued to plague me periodically. Around the time Daniel and I got married I ended up having my tonsils removed. I had to be clean and sober so I could get through the surgery and heal (also I felt like shit so being a party animal had lost its appeal). My body was free of all substances, legal and otherwise, for the first time in many years. Obviously pregnancy soon followed. (Come on, I didn’t say I was feeling THAT bad.)
The joke was, that I was so damn healthy afterwards, I grew the world’s largest baby. I carried that boy for ten months. (I am NOT kidding.) When he was (finally!) born, he was a month old, and weighed less than an ounce under ten pounds. (By the time we left the hospital he was OVER ten pounds. Yeah, he was a fast grower, just not a fast birther.)
When he told me the other night that he had a swollen tonsil I thought of this. I’ve dosed him with the trifecta of pain relief, plenty of herbs, vitamins, and juices. But now… I worry that his emotional needs are not being met, and he is suppressing something that his inner self feels he cannot voice freely. (Seriously, I can’t help myself, this is how my mind works.)
The roller coaster of shift scheduling continued to be-devil me, until an angel appeared. Okay, fine, she is really a beautiful young woman who has worked with me in this kiosk from the beginning. She wasn’t originally available when the booth went up, and I was heart-broken. Tonight I got in and ta da! She had come by to leave me a note, she was working “elsewhere” in the mall this season. We texted all night, and I hired her back. She is the answer to my prayers. And I can NOT wait to see her tomorrow! I adore you Chelsea Yocum, and all is now well in my world since you are back in the bosom of my employ. (JulieLanders, you KNOW there will be pictures to follow this declaration.)
Yesterday I promised Kelly that I would take pictures for her. The quarter and pen are there for you to see the relative size of these items. (I’m sure they are probably, oh I don’t know, measured or something, on the website, but I wasn’t THAT committed to accuracy this evening.) The larger ones are the Angels of Peace, and the smaller ones are called Angels of Love. And no, I can’t recall the prices off the top of my head. Hey, it’s been a long week okay? I’m still kinda tired. And yes, I WILL get that coupon code up soon, it won’t do you any good until January anyway, but I do have it written down here someplace.
At first glance our card today might not actually “go” with anything, if we think in terms of consumerism. But really I belive the message is worthwhile, and certainly speaks to me after examining certain stress inducers, and how easily my problems were solved. Simply, in fact.
The simpler we can keep our lives the happier we will be. Sometimes, in this age of noise and negative news, it is not always an easy thing to do. Take the time to be with loved ones. Stick together with those who share your joys. See the love in the simple aspects around you.”
One last quick note: if you have all been keeping up with the cluttery notes along the side over there, you will have noticed that this morning was the dark moon. So take the time to toss in anything negative, allow it to recycle in that blackness, see it changing and coming out the other side as positivity with the waxing of the full moon to come.