In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lucky Star.”
No lantern to rub? No Genie in briefs to goo-goo eye? Ok, then this should be easy. (Then pray tell what is taking you so long????) Twinkle, twinkle little star…oh, no it’s Star light, star bright…nope that’s not it. A leprechaun grants wishes…right? That won’t do, no they creep me out.
Three wishes. Hmmm.
- Love of a good man.
Well, I have the ‘good man’. He appeared when the Universe determined I was mentally tracking in a good way and dropped him into my world. (BTW, I also needed to be ready to live alone for the rest of my days as well and stated that loudly to an empty room, sober as a church mouse drunk on cheese.) Thank you dear U, he’s been a gem…so I can’t use that one.
- Peace. Mine and the worlds.
Peace of mind, for me. World peace isn’t going to happen until every individual on the planet decides to MTOB (mind their own business) and stop trying to change, alter, control others to their way of thinking. What we call our personal spiritual divine source shouldn’t concern another human being. I learned something today that I had never considered.
Bees, you know, those wee small insects that adore flowers. Their ONLY job is to find nectar. That’s it. They just go from flower to flower gathering nectar. But what happens after that is they then go on to pollinate other plants which FEED US. So if my job is to be the best human being and connect with a spiritual source then that should be my concern. SO, I am working on my small space and making it peaceful for me to live. As a result, you are enjoying no stress from me because I am at peace.
And you’re welcome.
To sit myself down, in front of my computer and write the damn novel.
Even when it’s hard. Even through the fear.
Maybe it isn’t courage but commitment. And I am back to the Universe, and asking for that.