Yay! Tomorrow got here, and it really is another day. I love how it works like that. Of course, I woke up sad and it took a deliberate readjustment of my brain pan to get happy, but I did it, and God did it, and we did it together. Also, thank you Pema Chodron and Michael Crichton, whose books I’m reading.
Michael Crichton died, you guys. I’m reading his memoirs, Travels, and have only just now come to like him immensely. He’s even gotten the “favorite” author treatment, where I continually turn over the book to the author’s photo and go “boop!” as I lightly and affectionately tap him on the nose. I look in his eyes and know he’s a kindred spirit. I wonder where he is right now. He was very into living by intuition and was even involved in the psychic studies that Judith Orloff (love!) took part in years ago. It’s such a blessed relief to find kindreds, and smart kindreds too!, smart kindreds who can teach me all kinds of stuff. I’m a sponge.
So, today I’m alone again and it’s lovely. Remember the papier-mache screen I mentioned a couple of posts ago? I’ve been eyeing it and am thinking it’s time to get my hands messy and finish it. Maybe I’ll start that today. But first I think I’ll read a little more in Travels. It’s so good to have a book to look forward to again. Love to you all on this fine day!
Oh, and also, new post on A Hedonistic Mystic. kiss!