Poet Nikki Giovanni said “Wanna fly? You gotta give up the shit that weighs you down”
… and so, I bow to the awesome power of the universe in its ability to help me do just that. (faces east and thanks the universe)
I’m telling you (yes, all 3 of you!) – put it out there to the universe what you really and truly want and it will come to you. Maybe not exactly in the way you want but you will see it. Wayne Dyer talks all about that in “Manifest your destiny” and it is so true.
H says “I’m not into that “universe” stuff and I (guess I) can appreciate that. But when it’s so easy to open yourself up to it and IT WORKS, why would you not??? (she said, still having trouble allowing others to do what works for them)
Shuffles on down the “Woo-Woo” path … :)
(See? I really AM at work at 6ish am!!)
(On edit (4:05pm): OKAY ALREADY! I hear you, universe. Loud and clear. Now, leave me alone, dammit.)
I love this for no particular reason:
From “Table Talk” by chili “Moments of perfection” 5/23/03 5:25am
I bought a banana for a dollar at a little fast food takeout by the harbor yesterday, on the way home from the Sydney Writers’ Festival. They wanted $1.20 for it, but I said that was outrageous, and I’d only pay $1.
The two men running the place were just preparing to close, and no one else was around. It’s the area where the ferries go from, and it was pretty much deserted. I was served by this old maybe Greek guy, who was with a young 25ish goldenskinned maybe Greek boy with a lovely smile.
Tonight when I left the festival, exhausted after not enough sleep last night, and a wonderful but very long, full day, I was hungry again. My friend M said, why don’t you get a banana again. I said, good idea. The little shop was again preparing to close, and the area was again deserted. The younger man was putting stuff away into a refrigerator, and the older man was sweeping up.
I said, I’d like a banana for a dollar please. The older man said, sure, choose one. So I gave him the dollar and went to choose a banana from a bowl on the counter.
Both men looked tired. I thought, it must be hell being on your feet in a cramped space like this all day.
As I peered a the bananas in the bowl, like a child choosing the correctly colored m & m for the moment, the younger man had turned around. He had clearly heard the transaction, and gave me a nod of acknowledgement. He said, “Oh, you came back for a banana again.”
Quick as lightning, and looking directly at him with a cheeky grin, I said, No, I really just came back to see you. He broke into a beautiful spontaneous broad smile, and his whole face just lit up. He was so beautiful. He said something obviously politely flattering to me that I can’t recall, but it didn’t matter. It was the spirit of it. I nodded, and grinned again with a look that suggested, ‘yup, that’s the sweet mad tragic truth of it. You’re a real honey, and I’m a sucker for a honey.’ And he was clearly a sucker for a kind word. We were both winners.
Then I walked away with my friend M into the perfect balmy autumn evening, eating the banana.