Mel & A Breather

Holy Moly! Why am I letting stress affect me so bodily? So not right. Have I become a shut in, afraid of worldly torture? A loving being, too thin-skinned for war, liars, and energy sucks?

My fab Cornell kid had lunch with me yesterday at Butterfields (she leaves in less than 2 weeks, and that is damn far away!) and told me to get my passion fired up again. Make the hobby profitable, understand what you love and do it. Really do it. Man, I have a list of where to start.

Head East: Get some training in any kind of martial arts

Let Spirit Lead: Get off my own back and let the beauty of now happen

Release: Fear

Accept: Everything.

Have been doing this, accepting. Trying to understand people. Way bad vibe on pushy service manager at Ford today, what's up with that?! I drove in and said I needed a battery, he said I needed an [insert way expensive thing here that charges the battery, ALTERNATOR!], of which I declined and said, "Please put in a new battery." Actually asked for keys back at beginning and he would not give them back, "Oh no way would I drive this car another mile!!!" So dangerous!

I have good gauges, so my battery gauge was a bit fluxing. Idle: low battery, no radio; Running engine: fine battery signal, leads me to believe a new battery is needed, he thought otherwise, not sure why?

So the whole breather thing is that I need to go back ASAP to my girl for another massage. Want to see if her hands are as magical as I need them to be, have a feeling yes. :)

Let your love flow outward through the universe, To its height, its depth, its broad extent, A limitless love, without hatred or enmity. Then as you stand or walk, Sit or lie down, As long as you are awake, Strive for this with a one-pointed mind; Your life will bring heaven to earth. - Sutta Nipata