Starting yesterday, my Hurricane has returned to the radio game. For at least this week, and potentially much longer, she’s HERE. So go say hi, push the Like button, follow up with Facebook or Twitter (if you do any of those things), and generally, let’s all cheer her on. Okay?
It will make me VERY happy if she is doing what makes HER very happy. Also, she’s written THIS piece that is worth a peek, as well.
Now that the family sharing is behind us, let’s move on to how my day went. Yesterday Dan and I discussed, as we were heading to bed, how very LONG our Tuesdays seem. Like, seriously, they feel as though one day lasts an entire week. It’s exhausting, but in a nice satisfied and we-got-shit-done sort of way. Wednesday’s are not generally anything close. Except when they are.
As soon as this post is done I’m zooming upstairs to bake a bundt cake. It almost didn’t happen though, a main ingredient (somehow!) got left off of the food gathering list from last night. Fortunately we have small handy local markets very close by. So I pedaled down there, with a taken-back 5 dollar bill from our savings jar.
The item only cost less than a buck and a half, so I gave the nice woman the paper money and exact coins for the other part. She handed me four ones, I then gave her half of them back and purchased two scratch-off lottery tickets. Because come on, it helps all kinds of cool crap in our state, I haven’t done it in forever, and ya never know.
My winnings were a grand total of SIX! On the other card I won nothing, but sent it in for “another chance” anyway, because apparently, that’s what one does. (Upon my safe arrival back at The Burrow, I immediately shoved ALL of the paper bills into the bottle. Took out five, brought back eight, I like how that ended.)
On our card altar today I was drawn to re-visit one of our not-much-used stacks. They call me, and I can’t help but answer.
Most illness starts in the mind,
but it can also stop in the mind.
I affirm that I am well in mind, body, and spirit.
I help others and fulfill my chart.”
This absolute directness is why I continue to love these short messages. I’ve been very focused on food, to the point of obsession, as you all know, for basically all of my adult life. I’d like to think that I’m doing better with that. Transitioning, and balancing it with other aspects of healing, that’s my hope. This card, yeah. Timely. And appropriate.
(In the TMI category, this message was also like a joke from the Universe, my obnoxious, stress-and-or-heat-induced face rash is back. So, healthy? I’m tryin’ dammit, I am trying so hard!)
Heart and Soul Cards by Sylvia Browne
combining the two places I went (pool and out for sour cream) added up to 7.176 at 9.3 MPH for 46 minutes and 4 seconds.
will be in tomorrow’s post, no matter how it turns out!
LateNight Special Note:
to a beautiful and loving friend, who needs a tiny pick-me up right now. Never forget the wisdom of our sainted Bloggess: depression lies! Also keep in mind that guilt is a HUGE fucking waste of time and energy. Release it. Just let that bastard go.
Say only a few, carefully selected words to those you wish to share with, they will understand. (And if they don’t? Who needs ’em?!) Stay in touch when you can, get out of your own head as often as possible, and if you do nothing all day but acknowledge one lovely thing, you’re doing just fine. Also? You are NOT alone!