The Alchemist has a new formula
Woke this morning in a haze because Jim was talking up a blue streak in the apartment below me at 4AM. Tossed and turned to shut him out, but couldn’t, so the Bean and I just got up. We went for a walk while it was pitch dark outside and the fog was loosely woven. Stopped in the LaLa to retrieve light bulbs that don’t work in the fancy shmancy fans. Then as we crossed the Magnolia Bridge, we passed H with Lulu – she said, “it’s magical out here isn’t it?” – got to love an art teacher.
On the way home, we (read: Arlene and I, we’re of one mind) started seeing the world differently – we’ll live in this house that we are building and it will be magnificent. My work will change next year, but will be satisfying at the same time as challenging. My focus will have shifted from the negative – marriage ending, heart break, floods, evacuation, held hostage by spiraling costs of a house – to the positive – living in my LaLa watching my garden grow, the front porch the Bean’s point of debarKation, a community of friends at my beck and call, all loved ones healthy, a home to come home to, and hopefully peace on earth.
When I see the future, it has all those magical qualities.