It was like an ordinary ,slightly chilly, but sunny, October day last year and I was going about getting my fifth mini meal of the day. I was and am still on a mission to gain back needed weight. Recovering from trauma takes patience and courage with complications when you are quite under weight.
At this point in the day, I get lazy, and opt for an easy snack. I was alone and for some reason lit a candle and some incense. Peeking in the frig, I noted two slices left from that amazing pumpkin pie a friend dropped over a week ago. It contained fat, carbs and sugar. Perfect, I thought! Bengal Spice tea accompanied me to table as well . No sooner than eating two bites of pie when I felt queasy and then saw a swirling light surround the room and then hover over my dining space. I was thinking " this pie didn't affect me before, what did she put in it??!"
That's when my grandmother appeared right in front of me. There was no question it was her as this apparition had the long black hair with wisps of Grey she carried til her last days.
But she was dead! Now my mind rattled " There are worse ways to die, eating pumpkin pie and have tea?! Right? Wait! I'm not ready to go! No one sent an email! Hold on here"
That's when I realized she could read thoughts.
In a firm authoritative voice she announced , " No, I'm NOT here to take you back with me. I'm not ready for that. I'm your guardian angel, and by the way, if I knew before what you'd be like, I would never have taken the position."
Kind of a callous ramble from a guardian angel .
But I just deducted that she was there to grant a few wishes. My journal was close by, so I rattled on
myself..
" So , hey, " I said. " Glad you stopped by, because I need some wishes granted . And it's very hard to know if ANY of you are listening. For, example, I could use a few more pounds, okay! I'm tired of shopping for my new summer bikini at the large toddler section of Walmart! Then there's that helper I need to work for cheap on my website, more comedy gigs and I can't find a cleaning girl to save my life!"
Before I could continue she cut me off.
" Not so fast, kid, you gotta take care of your stuff first! Do your dishes every day for one, clean up that big clutter in your bedroom and the basement! Your health insurance doesn't renew itself, you have to call them . By the time you spend an hour or so on your own website, you can figure things out . The list is long. And you're lazy!"
I just fired back . "Then get me a helper! That way I can work faster ."
I watched her collapse into a chair, her head buried in her hands. " You are strong enough to work on all of this step by step. No helper necessary. Get going already. I'M VERY BUSY. !"
" You're busy! That list will KILL me!" I blurted.
Irene stood up again, with a calmness she continued. " Correction! Doing your stuff will set you free.! We are not allowed to interfere, but I had to do something! As soon as we see you handling your stuff on this list, we can see about your wishes!"
Then, as quickly as the swirl of lights appeared, it went away taking Irene, my guardian angel away.
Slowly I finished my pie, blew out the candle , and went , reluctantly, to do some of the quick stuff on the list. With three items done, I was exhausted. Putting my feet up and checking my email, I was thrilled to see two more comedy gigs on my schedule. The next morning there was 3/4 of a pound more body weight on the scale. "
After breakfast, I looked up and said , " that's ALL?! Can't you do better?"
Later that day, I found a note attached to that huge task list. On a post it note was " do more stuff and we'll grant more wishes, Irene."
I admit I am more motivated and slowly handling my overdue tasks. In the meantime I am testing a variety of pumpkin pies to see if something can work a little faster for me.
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