Oh boy! Last night my healing arts and retail co-op is meeting, peace, love, and granola all around. I am sitting in the circle, stuffing my face with nuts and cookies from my lunch box, periodically dropping my agenda, my pen, and my paper plate which I brought home to re-use, of course!
The meeting drifts slightly off topic, and I lose it. "Can we stick to the agenda. I sent it out yesterday for additions and this topic was not added. I hate to be an a**hole," I actually jumped out of my seat,"but...blah, blah, blah" Oops!
Here we are having meditated on the glories of healing in the community and I am screaming at my co co-op members. I want to sink right through the floor and disappear, except the co-op is in a building that used to be a car wash, so there is only concrete to sink into and the old drains are all blocked, so I stayed right there in the formerly peaceful circle.
I think I am doomed, the circle is breached, and my true colors winning me the ticket to the street.
Instead, my marvelous healing spirited friends, Qigong, Reiki and the like, applaud my release of chi. Who knew? Like a volcano, my lava dome got unplugged and my energy flowed with explosive force. And it is good!?!
Still I can't help but think like a tacky t-shirt text writer, "I went to art classes, and all I got was an artistic TEMPERment."