It’s been a ride this journey o’mine – to bid a final adieu to my dearest friend Aristhaia Cash who pointed me those many 32 years ago, in the direction of my real life, when I had all but lost my way. Her words “Think of me as your operator, I’m only helping you make your connection!” I was both befuddled and intrigued, the latter getting the absolute best of me. And I say best in so very many ways as through our initial meeting I rekindled my flame of creativity and in turn began to write for newspapers, authored books, made art, wrote and directed plays and facilitated creativity workshops for others, many of whom survivors of trauma and abuse. I am beyond words grateful for the first moment of our meeting and my heeding her words.
Today, I continue on said journey, choosing to at last complete the final edit of my book, My Hero’s Journey, which has been a bulky resident of my MacBook Air, having moved twice from MacBook Pros 1 and 2. It is a funny story in itself the delay of “getting my book out”, perhaps only amusing to me, and now my only question is if it is, metaphorically speaking, a delicious cassoulet, or a bland over-cooked pile of mush. Hopefully it is the former.
I am returning to Austin tomorrow. My original plans of stopping in New York to visit my talented friend Ronnie Marmo in his one man show, “I’m not a Comedian I’m Lenny Bruce, to have a Theraphi treatment there, to visit friends, and then to see my son Billy, daughter Natalie and grand baby Lyra in North Carolina, regrettably will have to wait.
Throughout the past days I have allowed myself opportunity to let the universe show me the way. Does this sound too woo woo for you? Whatever. I learned this from my most loving friend and It has worked well for me. My visit in Switzerland with Ursula and Stefan, their dogs, Jenna and Mischa and home in the Appenzell region was heavenly, it is a region full of everything chocolate and cheese and humongous cowbells, infinitely bigger than anything I’d want to carry upon my neck – the bells that is, the chocolate or cheese I could find a way. The generosity of my friends to drive me specially to buy a bottle of cognac to soothe my oncoming bout of ickfluenza was heroic. I listened as my body told me it was time to head home and as the universe provided a cheap enough last minute flight to London, two Theraphi appointments and then a “miles” flight back direct to Austin.
This morning i am having a late continental breakfast here in my hotel, The Dorset Square. Were I feeling tiptop I’d be exploring the hood – my Yelping says there are at least a dozen places I could sample. Both my body and universe are saying “rest, have the treatment, then we’ll see.”
As it is I rise early mañana for the Uber, Heathrow express and flight.
If you’re in New York, I’ll see you next time, and if you’re my dear sweet son in Durham, know that I celebrate you every day, along with delightfully precious family.
I’ll attempt a missive tomorrow. Until then perhaps you too will let the universe guide you through your most beautiful life.