All that the comedian has to show for his years of work and aggravation is the echo of forgotten laughter.~Fred Allen
Growing older, is often about the echoes of forgotten laughter. Guess we all fall into moments of private reverie around this time of year. Looking back. Remembering the good times, bad times, and the people we used to be. I myself, have vastly improved since my used to be. Hahahaha, k maybe not vastly. Ya see, way-back-when, I had the attachment style of a feral cat. Now, I don’t scare as easy. That’s the good news. Not being afraid. Being brave.
Having courage, faith, and boundaries, knowing you will be fine no matter what allows you to be a little sweeter. Sweet is good.
Do you like who you are now? It wasn’t easy getting here, huh? Some of us had it easier than others. I went from singing and doing 90 different day-gigs to keep a roof over my head (and gas in the Honda Civic) until I had enough clients to Read for to call actually call Reading my profession. It took years. Eventually, I was able to stop the indentured chaos and Read for a living. Something I love doing. A gentle, soul-filled, way to earn your keep. Beats the heck out of show business, even with the ups and downs of being a spiritual consultant.
Now, if I could just do something about my temper and misophonia I would be cookin’ on high heat. Life. It’s always something. We all too often come into the world with epigenetic trauma to work through. We heal so far and then there are karmic dues to pay. Stuff to correct and understand. Challenges that tear the rag off the weed, but once we work through it, we come out on the other side feeling stronger. More flexible. Richer for the labyrinthine journey. Guess it’s one way to get your exercise.
I will return to the page after the holidaze. Keep in mind my special Reading offer through Christmas Day. Call me at 323-333-9277 asap to purchase as many 30-4-50 you like! Best deal all year. My way of saying Happy Holiday’s, and thank you for trusting me enough to help you through.
I won’t be celebrating Christmas 2023. My Dad/Hon crossed over in August. It’s been a prickly SoCal year. And the genocide in Palestine has broken my heart altogether. Maybe next year the world will be kinder to us.
We’ll see.
Sending Love, Light & Oceans Of Bliss…
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