On the Eve of my Birthday, I laid down on the floor and rested my feet up on the high bed. I was in my daughter’s room. My foot, still very swollen and bruised. The fall was terrible. My daughter and I were playing frisbee and I landed not quite right, spraining my left ankle. I don’t like hospitals, and vising the ER for the first time in my life was not fun, especially when the very same day, I already had a doctor’s appointment for a “private” matter. Needless to say, it was a horrible, very bad, no good day. Things were just not in my favor from the moment I woke up… What is going on?… Negative energies and intentions do reach their destination, when wished upon strongly. I know it was coming from the darker side of human insecurity. Though, I sent them my very best… May many blessings fill their pained heart… For, I know there is nothing , no circumstance or unplanned event, where light does not exist… During the physical struggles of getting around, my husband showed up. Big time!… Love is good will in action, indeed… And so I laid there on the floor, understanding what is happening and why… I felt grounded. Literally and metaphorically. I felt the coolness of the floor deep in my skin. I stretched my arms wide and open. Breathe in. Breathe out…Receiving… All of it… I looked up at the ceiling. A bunch of balloons huddled in a corner from my daughter’s last weekend’s party. “Happy Birthday,” one read. “Happy Birthday. Happy Birth-Day. Happy BIRTH-DAY to Me!” A joy, so pure and immense, rushed in. A joy for life. A joy for every single experience, moment and breath. I’m alive- In this life… God, I have THIS life!! I am so blessed. And oh, my daughter, my beautiful daughter! I pictured her smiling face, and I could not contain my laughter. I laughed and laughed till sweet tears dewed my lashes… It all felt so good. A natural high of being. Being me. Being here. Yes, it’s a miracle… So, on the eve of a new-birth-year, I made a wish. A simple wish. An honest wish. A wish that I wish upon a million falling stars… And the sky is ready. Oh, it’s ready, I know, to shake off some of its twinkle.
Yours Truly,
– Glittering.