Namaste blog tribe
This morning I wrote a letter to my pen pal in Australia. We bumped into each other one day and have been in love ever since. When you believe you’re from outer space, and you run into someone with similar understanding – you essentially recognize each other immediately.
It’s been 16 days since I busted my foot. I’m still bloody icing it. My best friend and I were laughing last night that I continue to use the “sandwich pack” blue gel cooler that an angel appeared and provided me with the morning I crawled down to the lobby of my building at 4am to ask, “Ummm… is there a hospital around?”
A lot of secret things are happening. Things that only come forward when you are literally, and quite unexpectedly, knocked off your feet for days.
I’ll keep wishing on stars and burning dry herbs.
I think the main thing I’ve learned during all of this is that only you can make yourself happy. Fabulous can be found in many frames and shades, but I think when we start to get into destiny controlling and all of that – no one outside yourSelf really has any control at all.
Or something.
Believe it or not, I’m not even taking pain killers.
I’m not interested in pharmaceuticals clouding all the good stuff I’m learning. Like everyone else, I’ll deal.
… and continue to write things down, in ink.