It sure is easy these days to get slung into the cognitive dissonance of media. Whether Facebook, Youtube, mainstream news, even self help stuff can really throw us into a place of mental and physical distress. We are coping and accepting of all of this. It is possible to break away. Forcing myself to look away from the push of absolute totalitarian fear mongering. Reality is mutable. Slip the search into Carlos Nakai flute music. Light candles. Hot shower it up. Sip tea with honey. Consider the myriad gratitudes you hold dear. That list is endless. We can be grateful for it all because after all it is LIFE. Precious and dear life. Walk outside. Breathe the airs temperature. Note the moon. Thrill at bird songs. My point is this: we can fight it by surrendering to our REAL life. We can raise our vibration. And remember no matter what, our lives will end someday. Maybe on our knees at a check point. Maybe at our own front door. Be in faith. Be in love. Breathe. Braid your hair. Call your family. Love your near and dear. Write hand written letters. Narrow it all down to gratitude. Say thank you. Talk to those around you. Take care of children and make them laugh and sing. We are each alone in our reality. Bound by our own self will. Be yourself.
You are really in good fortune when you have a great person you work for otherwise known as a boss. I am grateful to be my own boss as well as work for other people. Back in the old days a boss would do well to support the health of the employees. Whether by providing health insurance or giving paid days off. I was recently sick with quite the flu bug and my boss made sure I was not worrying about money. She wanted to support me and my health as I was using herbs, vitamins and minerals to overcome my sickness. It really makes a difference to take care of your good employees. I love my job because I get to use artistic skills and create a home environment for guests from all around the world. The biggest gift my boss gave me was the reminder to be in a mental state of gratitude through the illness. I looked directly at the evening sun and as I writhed in pain I meditated on being grateful for my life in all the myriad details I could muster. Natural immunity was created by my endurance and I am a new and evolved human being.
So, there's this famous singer who is my uncle's best friend. I didn't meet my uncle for year's and I'd really like to know why. I didn't meet him until my dad died. After my dad died. I couldn't figure it out. The guy literally talked me through my dad's almost two years of hospice. Krimeny. When I met him I bought a very expensive bottle of wine...or I should say he bought since he got lunch that day after I picked him up at the train station in tears. It just wasn't fair that he didn't make it in time to see that sparkle in my papa's eye. Anyway. It is joyful none the less. I have this really cool set of cousins I hadn't known about and one looks just like me AND was born only one day or so apart from me. That is amazing. So this cool thing happened where yesterday I realized that I don't care if I am ever famous or if anyone hears me sing ever again. All but one person. My uncle's best friend. Here's a guy who has played all over the world for decades. How often does someone say: hey man, let ME SING FOR YOU. Like really sing. Like you all know I can. JUST for him. That's where I'm at. Although, I just remembered my mother's most recent words to me when I told her what a darn hard time I am having with my dad's death as I broke into tears on the phone she said: "Sing. Sing for yourself." And you know what? That's what I am going to do. Myself and my uncle's best friend. My name is Elizabeth Cable and I am a singer. (12 steps to recovery) It will be an Italian art song.