Burn that sage!
Yesterday when my nanny was trying to board the plane with the voucher ticket I had booked for her and they wouldn’t let her on because somehow though the reservation was in her name, the ticket was in my name. The United clerks were disinterested in customer service – which I reminded them was not in keeping with their new corporate mandate. Meanwhile, we tried to get her on a Southwest flight where the clerks were nothing but nice, but alas the prices were just too high. And so there in was one more of these mishaps, missteps, missed somethings that has been happening around me for the past few weeks.
So this morning, we smudged the house to eradicate the negativity – the ruined dress, the defunct computer, the heart out of rhythm, the beach/nanny travel fuck-ups, and the you name it. Done. We walked room to room, corner to corner, with thick herbal smoke fumigating the entire LaLa to rid ourselves of anything but peace, love, health and harmony.
We’re headed to the beach this weekend and there we will also concentrate on getting ourselves aligned, or at least I will, since I’m the one out of line. T’s happy because she sent her final draft for her book off to the publisher and T2’s happy as long as he has his trumpet and a mirror to perform in front of, so now it’s time for R to get happy (the dogs will be happy when they see the beach – the cats happy they have the house to themselves). Happy Happy Joy Joy.