First, picture this: this morning (at ungodly hours) I am working on my super-early-over-the-talking-device job when I hear Mr. G speaking in a very loud voice (it's actually not called "speaking" if you know what I mean) and banging on the wall, so I get off the talking device to go see what was going on. What I found was not pretty. Mr. G was feeling not-healthy-at-all and proof of that could be found on every surface of my bathing room. The poor thing was miserable! So I tended to Mr. G, loved on him like all mother hens do with their chicks and threatened the universe to make him all better. I should have known that was not the trick! He did not get much better. In a few words, I had to go to the lawhouse because nobody could cover for me so I asked Mr. Buff if OK to bring Mr. G over to spend the day. He graciously agreed and so I dropped a pretty weak Mr. G at the Buff's lair. By the time I got to the lawhouse I started feeling not so good myself, but nothing like Mr. G. I was able to pull together and work like if I knew what I was doing! Mid afternoon I see that Mr. Buff had been desperately trying to reach me, so I called him back and was told that Mr. G was unable to move his extremities! OMG, well that did it. I informed Your Mr. Benchman of the situation and left to pick up a pretty scared Mr. G. By the time I got there he had calmed down. Poor Mr. Buff had eyes the size of Jupiter! The Hopper had given him a nice scare! As I spoke to Mr. G's medicine man I was told he had lost the fluids inside his body. So that was easy. We replaced them and Mr. G started feeling much better in a matter of hours.
Not so good for YoursTruly who crashed and burned and could not even move for many 60-minute intervals! it was touching to see how Mr. G took care of YoursTruly. As he was feeling better and I was going on the opposite direction, he kept saying, "now it's my turn." Don't you just love that boy? I certainly do!
Yeah, I know, all of this sounds like whining, but it was really not funny. I promised to give you a true account of the life of this channel and of course, this is part of it.
One of the things that had me, not really "worried" but a little "concerned", was the workshop in the Great Tenochtitlan. Deep down inside, or somewhere in the back of my brain, I could not stop wondering if I was going to be able to make it. So today I decided to leave it to the universe. I decided to let go and let the universe take care of it. And today I got word that more tickets have been sold. So.... the universe is always listening, like The Voice used to say.
And speaking about The Voice, I had not been thinking much about him in a long time and just yesterday he came up in my thoughts. All of a sudden. I heard the famous: "Hello beautiful!" out of nowhere. It always gets me by surprise, I swear. I was walking down the street to the lawhouse and I heard it loud and clear. I stopped dead on my tracks and looked back to see who was talking. Of course, I should have known that nobody physical was there. It was just another reminder of the universe telling me how we are all one. How the universe is paving my way and how everything will be A-OK.
Oh! But I forgot why it was important to tell you my whole story about the illness!!!! Well, last day of the sun, Lord 1 and Lord 2 invited Mr. G and I for delicious nutrition at their castle (just next door, by the way). They had a nice group of people gathered around the table and funny enough, one conversation was about how single mothers with children struggle when their children are young, get sick and they have to leave work to care for them. I even mentioned: "Well, Mr. G used to be kind of sickly but that's a thing of the past. I haven't had to leave work to take him to the MedicineMan in a very long time." Spoke to soon, Channel. Spoke too soon.
Now we are all better. Mr. G is delighted to see that he lost more weight and happy to know he is going back to the learning house the day after this one. I am also glad to know I will be able to labor tomorrow at the lawhouse with one of my favorite YourBenchMen. Life is good. A great lesson has been learned. Relax. Take it easy. It's not worth the worry!
Hope you are smiling!
Good night, sleep tight. Don't let ... you know how it goes :)
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