The tides have shifted in the favor of goodness. Dan put the monster on his back and carried it in the form of rotten, stagnant mud in hundreds of wheelbarrow trips. He dragged a thousand pound beast up a steep grade then down to a hole, that possibly reaches the pits of Hell. The monster that torments this hill is either recovering slowly or taking some time off. It still visits in the form of a hazy black shadow that morphs into a large humanoid shape on the dark driveway at one o’clock in the morning, next to my mom and her sister when they’re returning from another nightly binge of gambling and excess, but Dan, me and Emerald swam, laughed and played in the pool undisturbed. Sorry about your demon, ladies. That is what happens when you choose the seven sins over love and service.
Who would have known a body of water could be so marvelous? It washes away the monotony of the days. Daily laps is an exercise I enjoy. It’s liberating, and feels like the water draws the aches from my body, and exercises my heart and just enough, and never to the point of exhaustion. I feel healthy. It’s a welcome feeling. Emerald joins me on occasion. She’s doing laps, sweeping the sides of the pool and scooping the leaves from the top without complaint. She's also getting much needed vitamin D. It makes my heart sing to watch her fight the depression and just “try.” It may have been a mistake to take a college course over the summer, but we live and learn.The animals have gravitated toward my daughter, and she gives them treats and spoils them rotten. It’s quite endearing to watch little Snow White, but a modern twisted one that likes gaming and modern day witchcraft. I invited the monks to my place on a random Wednesday, to bless our home and keep the shadow at bay. It’s long overdue. The last time they were here might have been my grandmother’s funeral. My mother and her friend suggested I have them over for an afternoon visit, but absolutely not; no shortcuts. We are doing a Thai traditional ceremony, which entails feeding the monks, getting the blessing, and treating them as honored and revered guests on this hill. We will do everything by the book. This requires early attendance because the monks can not eat after noon. The ceremony must start at 9 AM, at the latest. Yep, you lazy Thai broads, drag your butts from your beds and cook the monks a nice meal. This happens every ten years, I think you can do it. I should clean and freak out about this wonderful visit, but I’m as cool as a cucumber. Since the blessing ceremony they did on me when I was 25-years old, removing an attachment of a wonderful friend who died in a horrific accident while playing Russian roulette (he died in my arms) and sending him to an honored place with his ancestors, I revere these holy people. I felt the physical attachment lift from my body. It was surreal. They are legitimate. They married me and my husband, they have blessed my children, and even some of my godchildren. They don’t require a spotless house, they require peace, and a serene environment in which to perform their ceremony. I can handle that. My home is peaceful now. The pool being cleaned out literally changed the air around the entire property. I have caught Dan participating in business meetings next to the pool. He likes to float. I sometimes swim in the middle of the night. Every day is better than the next. I love our house, like I did when I was a child. Happy memories are returning or being made. This was so necessary. The cancer was removed and we’re not going to let it grow back. Soon we’ll be in permanent remission. Thank goodness, the Great Spirit is all around us. I feel it every single day in the form of water.
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