Eating well is the best revenge....is going to be a good day.
And indeed, today was very good.
Do you know what's new in 2010? I have text messaging capabilities. I did not before, but my mother gifted me with it this weekend (She & my father also gifted me with The Village Idiot mug above!). I know I am almost a decade too late to the game, and my friends & family find my new discoveries wildly amusing. Today my mother & I exchanged texts - sometimes my mother does the most adorable things. I told her she should start a Twitter from which she transmits her insights (I think she is very insightful in a charming way), but she texted me that that is "presumptuous," which made me giggle.
I bought my Dearest One an impulsive little gift and it felt good. We sat on the couch & watched a marathon of a Canadian teen drama that you may or may ("not" intentionally excluded) be familiar with. In another act of impulsion, I bought bags of candy to share at Bikerowave.
Twenty-five Januarys ago, I entered this world. It may not have been the choice I would have made for myself, but I am here & I am trying to bide my time on this earth with kindness & generosity. January is a magical month. It is a time of change, a time of energy, a time of resolution & wind & velvety black nights. This January I turn a quarter of a century old - twenty-five in the year two thousand & ten - all lucky numbers, definitely.
But my mother has a funny saying - she says that "Luck is for rabbits." Little does she know that I wear the garnet necklace she bought me once long ago as a good luck charm, garnet being my birthstone. My mother also says to wear red to "Ward off the evil eye." Garnets are red. My grandmother was born in January - January 13th - and I recall that a few Fridays were hers. Now her spirit is released into the world, to cause mischief, to guide the living, to watch over me.
I feel that the omens will be many this month and that the path of my destiny will soon cross a clearing.
I hope I can pass the good energy onto you.



No comments:
Post a Comment