Is it really just a "mind thang"?

Anyone who's been here for any length of time knows that I'm pretty big on how thoughts create worlds. I believe what Mike (Dooley) says: that "thoughts become things". And I believe that we all have the power of the Great Universal Intelligence at our fingertips. But that's me. Whether or not you agree is pretty much irrelevant. You get to choose your bible...and live however you wish. (Gee. Aren't you glad I gave you permission?) And if you happen to believe that what I'm offering up here is a bunch of hooey, that's A-OK too. I'm not here to persuade you. Simply to share the magick that is my Life. Just cuz...it's FUN!

Anyhoooo....

I had another one of those very cool moments yesterday whilst on the phone with my Sis. I wasn't feeling all that terrific; lots of pain going on in my little body. But my spirits were up and my heart was open and I was ignoring the Ouch as much as I could. When she picked up the phone and asked who I was, I told her "I'm fantastic!" And then I giggled. (She is well aware of my sarcasm. It's a family thang.) She asked if there was anything she could do for me and I said it would be terrific if she could bring me a large man with soft hands and a pretty face so he might give me the massage of my life. We both laughed. Then she said...."OK. WAIT. Just listen."

She then went on to announce some of the best news I've heard in years. About her daughter and new son-in-law. She said, "I'm going to be a grandma!" I almost fell outta my chair. I was just so tickled I wanted to dance down the street with a bouquet of balloons. I wanted to sing and shout and YAHOOOO all the way to her house. Thrilled, I tell ya.

But here's what was just as cool as hearing the news: the moment she told me, all manner of pain just disappeared. I am NOT kidding. For the 15 minutes we were on the phone, all I felt was happy tingling all through my body. It was as if somebody had given me a shot of Demerol. NO pain whatsoever.

When we hung up the phone, I was still feeling pretty terrific and stayed that way until I stood up. Then the nerves sent their messages to my brain and the Ouch came back. GEEZ. But here's the thing: how is it that the moments when I was distracted, that pain went away? How is it that the whole while I was celebrating with her, I felt nothing but JOY?

Could it be that it really IS just a mind thang?

19,358 ~

19,358.

That's how many days I've been on the Planet.

That's a whole lotta days.

53 trips around the Sun.

19,358 DAYS.

Not bad for a rookie.


As I begin this next go 'round our fiery host, I think about all the days I've lived and all the ones to come. I prefer counting in days because, after all, that is how we live our lives, yes? In days, not years. I can recall specific days in great detail with just the slightest nudging. I can smell the smells and taste the flavors and hear the sounds of those days, as if I were there again, enjoying the moments that created such rich memories. Fun stuff indeed.

Years, on the other hand, I have some trouble with. I have a friend who can tell you the exact year of every major event in her life. She's fond of doing that. "It was 1989...and I was about to embark on....". This amazes me. Shitfire...I can't even tell you what I was doing last year, let alone 20 years ago. But that's just me.

Anyhoooo ~ I made up my mind a while back that it is the days that count, not the years. As a result, when my birthday rolls around, I find great joy in the celebrating. I'm not scared of years. I don't care about the numbers. What I care about is how I spend each and every splendid day I wake up to. I pay attention to the moments, not the weeks. I cherish ALL of them. Even the ones that aren't much fun. Because in the end, I'm quite certain that I will carry those lovely feelings with me...onto my next adventure, wherever that might be.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Il Giorno Della Donna ~ (The Day of the Woman)

Today, all around the globe, women are being honored. It is the Day of the Woman. What a beautiful thing to celebrate, yes? I can't help but wonder, though, why there's only ONE day. Why do we not honor women every day?

Before I go any further, let me first say that I adore men. I adore their differences and their wiring and their presence on the planet. To me, the differences (between men and women) are what make it all so fun. Even when they (men) drive me nutso, I adore them anyway. How boring a world it would be without the Big Lugs.

Having said that, I also feel a deep bond with women that I'd never before felt. There was a time when I didn't like women much. Most of the ones I knew were manipulative, deceptive and utterly untrustworthy. Now, looking back, I wonder if those same women weren't there in my life to show me that those characteristics were also my own. Of course, I'd never have admitted to this back then. But hindsight is always acute, yes?

Now, as I have come into my own and cleaned out those dirty closets, I can see just how much the relationships (both then and now) really do reflect who I am. The women who now grace my world with their presence are marvelously talented, kind, compassionate, funny women who all share their dazzling love with me. They make my world a much better place. Every single one of them. Is this also a reflection? I think it is. I think that they wouldn't be here if I weren't who I am now. No...I don't think...I KNOW. My growing grace has made way for these splendid relationships, both with them and with myself. Splendid, indeed.

I would like to send my deepest gratitudes to ALL the women of the world. To the mothers and aunts and sisters and grandmas. To the caregivers and caretakers. To the little ones, just growing their bones. To the old ones who have so much to teach. To the poor ones and the wealthy ones. The goofy ones and the elegant ones. ALL the wonderful woman who walk this planet and make it so much more beautiful.

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for being part of my world.
Thank you for the love.