Between you and me, Part 7 (VII)

Aren’t you tired of those Roman Numerals? Me, too. Here you go, what you’ve been hanging on for, the good stuff.

It is Sunday again, a week after I had written Parts I-VI. Seeing the word count, something over 3,000, I broke it into Parts and published two parts per day, drawing out the suspense, living the dream of a writer that my readers would care enough to come on back and find out what’s next. It’s the Irish in me in telling a long winded story… there’s a secret side of us that loves to hear people shout, “Oh! Would you get to the point?!” Hey, it’s the journey, not the destination.

And that is the good news of this story. It all started when I was talking with God last Sunday. Each and every day, whether working or not, I write morning pages – okay, sometimes life gets away from me and those become afternoon or evening pages. Point is I write ’em. And I have written them since about 1999. Previously, I’d written a journal, but months might go by between writings and the urge to write was more frequently because I was going through a difficult time, like falling in love and it wasn’t working out – he didn’t know I was alive. Ah, hindsight – the luxury of loving from afar and not coming to grips with what a challenge loving truly is. Grin. Drama, the stuff I thought life was made of. “The things of youth,” as the Desiderata says.

In fact, I wrote a book comprised of those early writings, entitled “Once There Was Laughter.” Mind, it never got published and it is the reason why I will never run for office, especially in this day and age where you must bow your head and say, “Forgive me, I have sinned.” None of their damn business. My mother, bless her heart, always fluttered, “Hunt, how about another one called “And There Was Laughter Again?”

Before closing out my pages for the day, I have a couple of other things I do.

If you’ve never heard of Angel Cards, I suggest you follow that link and get some. Fifty-Two little tiny cards, each listing a positive quality and portraying an Angel performing the activity. Long ago, when teaching meditation to a classroom of people, I would have a crystal bowl with packets of those tiny Angel Cards. I would ask people to think about a situation they wanted input on and have them draw two cards. One with the left hand and one with the right hand. If you were right handed, then the Angel Card you drew with your left was what you were receiving from the situation and the one in your right hand was what you were giving to the situation. For the lefties, it was the reverse. Always, always, the person’s face would relax, their shoulders come down from around their ears and a softness would come from reading the two they picked.

Each day, I pick two cards, thinking it’s God’s way of telling me what to keep in mind throughout my day. On Sundays, I pick for the Week and for the Day. I also do the same with Soulutions by Jody Miller Stevenson, picking page numbers for whatever comes to mind in the same spirit as the Angel Cards. And, I read the daily entry from God Calling and Jesus Calling. All this might sound like a lot of work. Honestly, it isn’t. It is setting my day up for having a good one, for being alert to the miracles of everyday life that happen all around us. It keeps me from thinking it is all about me.

Oh, gosh darn it, we’re up to a word count of 656 and we haven’t gotten to the good part.

Hunt, don’t forget to link http://chasingrabbitholes.com/2013/08/28/milton-the-mind-is-its-own-place/, and http://chasingrabbitholes.com/2013/02/20/plot-of-earth-do-not-go-gently-without-your-friends/as well as Parts I-VI. Keep going, kid, you’re doing great. 🙂

For Parts I, II, III, IV, V, VI, just click on each of those numbers.