ARE YOU DEALING WITH "STUFF" YOU WISH YOU WEREN'T?

Do you get The Universe's daily emails? If not, go forth and sign up. When you get to the website you will see this: "Welcome Supercoolhappylovething!" (At least that's what it says today.) I feel better already. I want to be a supercookhappylovething, don't you? I like it that somebody said I was, even if they don't know me. I'm takin' it.

This is the man behind the message. Thanks Mike.


Here is today's message:

"Did you know, Lynne (your name will be inserted here), that in your gorgeous little planet's entire history, there's never been a drought that didn't end? A storm that didn't clear? Lightning that didn't retreat? An earthquake that didn't still? A flood that didn't recede? Or a plague that wasn't, eventually, overwhelmed by the healthy?

"Now, as a rule, I'm not into odds, statistics, or gambling, Lynne (your name), but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that somethings going on down there; that the deck is clearly stacked; and that you've got friends in some very, very, very high places.

"HIT ME, BABY!

"The Universe"

I am comforted knowing my trials and troubles will end. They may be replaced with new ones but the old ones will end. Hallelujah!

I think I know wrote this advice to me in the "comments" section of one of my posts but I'm not sure so I don't dare say. If it was you, please tell me so I can love you even more. It was something like this: "My daddy used to say, 'if it's not going to matter tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, in five years, then don't let it ruin your today.'" I say that to myself over and over, again and again, sometimes daily. It's good advice. And that Laura, she just let's things/troubles/worries go. How healthy is that? Very. I want to be like that.

This was yesterday's message:

"Young souls get angry at others.Old souls get angry at themselves.But really wise souls, Lynne, have already turned the page.

"Got forever and ever?

"The Universe"

So go forth and sign up for Tut and don't let your todays be ruined. I'll try to take that advice too.

SOOTHING MY COMPUTER'D SOUL

Last night my computer was being particularly stubborn. It wouldn't let me do much and I was ready to throw it out the window--just like my daughter-in-law, Tricia who was ready to throw her blog out the window. We could have had a race to see who could launch the furthest.

So, this morning, when I opened my message from Tut--you really should subscribe--it's nice to get a positive email every morning--it was soothing. Do you need some soothing this morning? Listen to Tut.


Relax. Breathe in deep. Hold it. Let it out. Loosen your shoulders. Smile. Close your eyes. And Lynne, you'll be surprised at how many voices you'll hear, whispering sweet encouragement into your ear.

Kissey, kissey, you can do it - The Universe

THE CHICKEN COOP AND THE MATTRESS FACTORY

This came to me today in an email from Tut:

"Most don't stop to think, Lynne, but both having money and not having money make fantastic adventures possible that would not otherwise be possible.
Same for having, and not having, anything else.
Everyone's a winner in time and space - The Universe"

I was driving home from my critique group the other day and took a little side road, getting lost in the process, but look what I found!

A chicken coop almost exactly like the one that used to be on the back property where I grew up, except ours was longer. In one side of our chicken coop my birth dad built what has been called for sixty-five years, a mattress factory. In the mattress factory he built...well, mattresses. That is, until he crashed in a private airplane in a snow storm and died. Then the mattress factory ceased to function.

This is what I wrote this week in my manuscript about the mattress factory. You realize, of course, that I don't have "rotten sisters." This manuscript is a work of fiction, worked from scenes plucked from my real life. I have always felt cheated that my dad died before I was old enough to know him and this chapter is heavy with that regret. Here's a bit of it:

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"I whirled around and left her standing in the strawberry patch. I went where I always go, to the mattress factory. I was supposed to set the table for dinner but they could eat right out of their hands for all I cared.

"I sat on the sofa that my dad built and laid my head down on the arm. It smelled like dust. Pat and Julie probably watched him make the sofa when the frame smelled like new wood and the fabric was bright. They knew what the mattress factory looked like when it wasn’t laced with spider webs, so thick with dust that they looked like twine. They had watched Dad feed mattress ticking into the sewing machine when it wasn’t pocked with rust spots and the belts weren’t cracked. They probably sat on the big table and swung their legs and watched him use the huge scissors that are so rusted they won’t even open. They have clean, sharp memories. All I have are imaginary ghosts.

"I pulled the notebook out from under the middle cushion and wrote about my rotten sisters. I wrote that Mom said I was compassionate which was as bad as saying you have nice feet when everyone else is being praised for looking like Miss America.

"I stayed in the mattress factory until I was sure dinner was over and the dishes were done. When I heard the screech of the mattress factory door I shoved the notebook under the cushion and looked up to see Mom picking her way around a pile of bed springs, carrying a tray with a dishtowel over it."

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So, you can see why I loved the chicken coop when I saw it. It almost made me cry, it was so beautiful. And it's certainly not something people "with money" would have in their back yard. But, it brought me a whole soul full of joy and I'd give almost anything to have it in my back yard.

And then further down the road, where I was lost, I saw this marvelous tree and it gave me happiness again with it's ungainly beauty.

So, I think I was not lost at all. I think the angels sent me on a detour. I thank them.