Day 75 – I’m baaack. Geez, I detest being ill. More so, I really don’t like feeling ill. I learned something about myself in the midst of it though. I shall raise my right hand and admit to being judgmental of women who whine about their diets and health and greying hair and fading beauty and boo hoo. And while I don’t whine about those things and try not to whine aloud in general, wow is my interior voice great at whining and complaining. Well, as long as nobody knows but me, it doesn’t count right? Wrong. So wrong. The good part is that it’s becoming pretty clear what my barrier is to daily, DIY contentment. (More on that tomorrow when I’ve had a little time to process.)
My vehicle is back from its’ second week-long visit with Miracle Keith. I don’t know what all he did to it but the transmission is working nicely and it no longer sounds like there is a toilet flushing beneath my dashboard. It happened at no cost and I am willing to admit I could be the new poster crone for buying that extended warranty on the engine/transmission. Sometimes the feeling of safety and contentment is worth the extra $9.00 per month added to the car payment.
I did push through and get some work done on decluttering and spring cleaning yesterday. I had no problem giving away a whole series of Spanish glass heads that I collected. Not easily come by, worth some money and nearly all gone. It’s the broken goddesses that I plan to keep. I have been collecting them for a while. There is some part of me that is indignant on their behalf. One moment a revered deity and the next off to the thrift store because someone knocked her from her perch. I have Quan Yin and Quan Am, each missing fingers or toes. Themis with a broken sword. A straw goddess with an uneven base, Mara. A carved wooden one that has been scorched in fire. I have absolutely no proof that it is an image of Teresita Urrea (a Mexican/American folk healer written about in The Hummingbird’s Daughter) but I would like to think it is. Everyone was cleaned and dusted and they are all chatting in a circle right now, perhaps comparing wounds or maybe just healing one another.