Abundance

On the coffee table, I have a basket which holds Hershey kisses. (My preferred form of daily chocolate.) When the basket gets low, I ask my dad--who likes errands, unlike me--to get me a new bag. (You can get them in a really big bag.) Now what some people would do is open the bag, fill up the basket a ways, or even to the brim, and then put the bag away in the pantry. Not me. I open that bag and pour out the kisses until they fill the basket, and overflow, and scatter across the coffee table, and sometimes onto the floor.

And then I marvel at this beautiful sight and think: abundance is divine.

Matriarchal Blessing

Matriarchal Blessing

I asked you once

for a matriarchal blessing
and you,

my heretical mother, 

looked at me askance

and said,

"I already gave you life."

--Cynthia Sillitoe, April 2013

Why I Listen

If you've read my past blogs, you know I have a team of spirit guides (yeah, I know) called the Peanut Gallery. They give me advice on both big things and little things and I do my best to listen to them, even when they don't make sense. When I don't listen to them, I tend to regret it.

So, today, I was watching The Hobbit and drawing, when I got a very strong psychic nudge along with "Pay attention." And I just blinked. Pay attention to what? The movie? Drawing? And then they said, "Go get the mail." And I thought, "But I'm busy....Dad'll bring it in....ok, here I go to get the mail, and, for all this bother, there better be money out there." 

Instead of money, there was some lovely art from friends, some stamps I ordered off Ebay, and a form letter from my Crohn's doc reminding me to get a blood test. No big whoop. They just like to keep an eye on everything. When I did the math, I realized, yep, it was about time for that. Or maybe a month late. And I thought, "Ok, going to the regular doctor on Monday, I'll get it done there, and have him send it over." And I threw away the letter. 

Anyway, suddenly I felt this overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't have done that and I said, "Is this what I'm supposed to be paying attention to?" and they said, "Yes."

So, since I don't believe in unquestioning obedience, even to them, I said back, "What's the deal? I'll get the blood test done and sent over. Oh, please, you're seriously going to make me go to two different clinics on Monday? Ok, fine, I'm paying attention..."

I called my Crohn's doctor's office and asked that they put an order in the computer, so that I could swing by on Monday, and then I headed back to the movie, stopping (as any hobbit would) to put together a snack. 

The phone rang. It was the Crohn's doc's office saying, "We're really glad you called because we haven't heard back from the insurance and we have more Asacol (one of my meds) samples for you until we do hear back."

And I said, "Ok." And then I remembered. "You know, I still had some left from my last prescription, so I haven't started on the ones you gave me before. I assume I just take the dose on the bottle?" 

And she said, "What's the dose on the bottle?"

And I said, "Six a day."

And she said. "Oh, no, that's too much. Take five a day. Does it really say six? And you didn't do that yet, right?"

And I said, "No, I didn't, but I would have started the too-high dosage this weekend, when you folks weren't in the office...."

Nice save, Peanut Gallery, nice save. 

Now back to defeating Smaug.