My mistake

How do you know?
I think change is like an accident that sticks.
Like when you stop smokin' after a bout of the flu, or stop drinkin' when well, you know.

It doesn't have to be that earth shattering, could be something as simple as sugar.

This morning I accidentally put a teaspoon of sugar in my coffee and first taste...I'm thinkin' this is the best damn coffee I've had in forever.  That's when  I tasted it; the sugar.  Hell, what else am I missin' out on, what other delightful changes are out there just waitin' to happen.  If change is good, it'll stick...if not, I guess we'd all pour that coffee down the drain and call it a mistake. Word. 

Card Tricks

How many feathers do you notice in a day?
Last Sunday, everywhere I turned there was a feather. Given my preference for down perhaps it wasn’t unusual. A feather on the windshield, one on the steps in the back, one in my hair and one in the bottom of a grocery bag. Hummmm.
Symbolically, feathers most often deal with ascension and spiritual evolution to a higher plane. Perhaps I just needed a little nap…some “down time”. I try not to read too much into things.
And then there was the number three. Here there…everywhere.
People who resonate with the number 3 are naturally lucky. They always seem to be in the right place at the right time. They are also opportunistic, and have the ability make good decisions. Three people are highly intuitive and intelligent. They can be opinionated and manipulative, but they mean well and have the best intentions in most of their undertakings. (Sound like anyone you know?)
The Trinity! Three reminds us we are all connected and it is only through this connection that progress can be made.
So there you have it…my leap was that Miss Universe had dealt me another card. The Three of Feathers
I immediately thought….Past, present, future…and what it feels like to live “in between”

What's a servin'

I had a friend summon me the other day about a disappointment. 

Disappointment literally means to fail to satisfy the hope, desire, or expectation of…something.  It’s a curious emotion that can pop up when you least expect it.  You have to be careful, 'cause sometimes it’s systemic…it can spread…quickly if it isn’t dealt with.

All hurt (or disappointment) is real and not to be taken lightly, it  needs to be lanced...it has to ooze out so the healin' can commence.  

When it touches the heart, it can leave you feeling let down, hurt, confused and sometimes, downright pitiful.  But take note…Once it reaches the ego, you need to get a grip on it...don't let it start to serve you!

This is for you girlfriend.  You fill a room…you have presence.  Now, take off  that apron and go whip up some mojo. 

Ants in my Pants

The Numbers: According to the Book of Lurlene
The number 5 is the most dynamic and energetic of all the single-digit numbers. It is unpredictable, always in motion and constantly in need of change.
Number 5 resonates with the influences and attributes of personal freedom, unconventional, individualism, non-attachment, change, life lessons learned through experience, variety, adaptability and versatility; opportunity, story-telling, mercy, kindness, invention, magnetism, competitiveness, imagination and curiosity.
I have always loved the number five. I used to doodle it…over and over again when I would get stuck.
I get restless when I am stuck…but that’s when five comes alive…like ants in my pants.
Feeling stuck is the anti-five. One must simply wait it out.

Outside the box

When I get stuck...it is because I put myself there.
'Nuff said
Simple as that
I'm the box I'm in

The Given...isn't always for keeps

I had one of those very strange dreams last night...one that involved being lost. In the dream I was "given" a story (to write) and a time. I was listening but I became distracted as I usually do, (focus for me is a challenge) and then...things started to happen very quickly and I couldn't keep up with any of it. I got the number...but all else was lost. I surmise that when we are "given" something...attention is imperative...take nothing for granted.

God helps those who help themselves...my wand please!

The other day I stopped and took a look at my face. I almost didn't recognize it. The eyes were tired and I had to look closer because I just couldn't seem to locate my eye-lashes. But I think it was the lips that got to me. I thought, "where the heck is my dang face?" Then it dawned on me, the prayers were were workin' but God(dess) helps those who help themselves.
Ahhh, the magic wand,  Lipstick...thank you and Amen!