I’ll be going home in about a month, I think. But first I’ll have a medical check up as my eyes are hurting and I hit my head. I left the kitchen cabinet door open and when I stood up got a really nasty bump almost on the third eye. The next morning I had an egg and a Bobo about the size of a bindi. By evening it had grown and was dark red. You know I have had squamus cancer twice, once on my neck and once on my back so the look of this is a little scary. The problem is my doctor’s appointment isn’t for another twenty days and so I have to wait. Sometimes the Medicaid program isn’t perfect.
The kids really liked the cantaloupe. They said it was the best they ever had and the two from California said they’d never had cantaloupe before. I was amazed because now we are even growing melons in India and they are very sweet. When I woke up this morning my legs were killing me so I took a walk around the block. I’ve met all the neighbours so it was Ok. Being on ‘house arrest’ has kept me even more inactive than usual. It’ll be Ok though.
I have a new friend. There is a large group of ferns in the backyard and the other day I saw something long and black wiggling back inside the ferns. It was a black snake and I love snakes. Florida black snakes are harmless and I remember we had one in a small pool outside when I was a child.
Snakes, especially black snakes remind me of Lord Shiva so I was thrilled. Several times during the week I went over and called “Naga” very softly hoping to see it again. Well. Just tonight as I left the apartment a long black naga snake who must have been waiting at my door, rushed across the walk and into the group of ferns growing on this side across from my front door. It’s really quite long, maybe four feet and I consider it to be a wonderful gift from Swami. I also consider it to BE Swami. I wonder if it would drink milk if I left it in a saucer or if only Indian cobras do that.
One night this week we had a concert on PBS with Carol King and James Taylor. I remember their music from the early 70’s and sang along with many of the songs like, ‘You’ve got a friend’ and ‘I feel the earth move under my feet’ a song I connect with Swami. It was really a blissful hour.
I had a very inspirational ‘aha’ moment. It started with Oprah.
A fellow on her show was saying that we have to own the responsibility for our lives. I have heard that thousands of times but this time I actually did hear it. We might make many excuses for bad behaviour, talking back to parents etc. but if we don’t face our own mistakes we can’t grow. If we don’t see the globs of black nasty stuff from the oil spill, how can we ever get rid of it. We have to accept the responsibility and feel sorry for our bad words or we can’t get rid of the bad karma we may have made for ourselves. I think that as long as we continue to blame others for our bad behaviour we won’t get in touch with our shame and feel sorry. If we don’t feel sorry for being so outspoken, we will keep the karma. And just like the sludge in the marshes along the clean white sandy beaches, it must be cleaned up and purified. We have to pray that will happen so we can know the truth. That’s Truth with a capital ‘T’
A lot has been going on with the air tickets and visas and I’ll tell youall about it tomorrow but right now my forehead hurts. So I’ll see you in the morning. I just want to add that I’ve had a record two months of peace and quiet and happiness so….its probably time for it to hit the fan. I saw a large cockroach in the bathroom. Be prepared!
I’m taking a pain pill, I brought Buffran from India.
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