and in those moments, when the plan becomes clear
shoulders release and neck rolls
down your spine to
shimmy your hips
in the garden
"bro,
let's build a house
on the parents' farm.
for our generations."
lesson.
to be fair, I got to smoke some weed the other day, for the first time since smoking the last hit in my stash from Vermont. lit the bat as soon as the exit appeared on the road to the airport, and put it in my purse where it's been since then. I know the airport security dog was looking at me and it definitely made me nervous, but I was looking back at her, and she didn't seem concerned enough about me to alert her humans who were having what I assumed to be their regular morning work chat. so I basically went 'cold turkey' for the past 3 1/2 months from being a chronic smoker most of my adult life to no attitude adjustment at all. how about that?
honestly it seemed like a good idea to have my head on as straight as possible while trying to immigrate to another country, and I'm glad I have, but MAN. I've had some tense moments. enough that I've considered buying some alcohol just to have enough to drink with my dinner to loosen up a little. I guess I still - and will always - prefer weed over alcohol, since that summer of...1985?
when I smell herb on the streets I'll look around to see if I can catch a vibe off of whoever's smoking it, if I can even find them on the sidewalk, or sitting at a table as I'm walking past. obviously by my writing it, that hadn't happened yet. I had the opportunity to hop on a bus tour for 15nis ($4 and change), so I went. we were stopped to patronize the local breakfast joint when I smelled that particular perfume on my way back to the bus, so I walked over and asked the folks if I could hit what they were smoking, and they gave me the tail end of their joint. hoo-rah.
and my lift arrived, and my staffs - wrapped in my tapestries - were missing, and I was losing my mind so I called the international shippers and lost my mind on them, then called the Vermont shippers and left them a piece of whatever might have been left. and to both of their credit, my missing pieces was located quickly, and plans are being made on how to get them to me as soon as possible. I am incredibly pleased to have the emotional hug of seeing my treasured belongings on this side of the sea, with a special nod to those that came from here, embodied within them the energies of those I hold dear. really, the missing package was no big deal, even though it was my whole heart, and I didn't need to yell at them. I could have asked nicely, and the outcome would have been the same. lesson.
then I couldn't find my loom which I had been concerned about since before leaving the States. I told myself I would find it when I opened the box again in Israel, but when I opened the box and searched it, the loom was not there. luckily, in thinking about where else I might have put it, it was found. yay! lesson.
a person on the tourist trip reminded me that we have more power to 'choose our own adventure' than we realize. and I realize that everything is going to be ok, and I am going to make my way and fulfill my purpose here. everything I've done and experienced up until this moment has led me here. To The Promised Land, lol! trust the process. I have some more healing to do. lesson ~
I'm so proud of me.
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