Friday, May 6, 2011

Good Luck

I am talking to my friend on the phone today and she says "well it stopped raining for you" in reference to an earlier conversation of
Me: How am I supposed to cook food over a fire if it is pouring rain out?! (it was pouring rain like it has been for the past month and a week)
My friend: well your resourcful I'm sure you'll figure something out

So I am just like ok and basically forget about it, actually I was reading a book I got from the library and then when the school bus pulled up in front of my house it had stopped raining! Not only that, it was gorgeous out the trees and grass in my yard shimmering emerold and the sky and deep azul. A few fluffy white clouds hung as if on a a string from heaven. I went inside and started to cook, which is my 4-H project and one criteria is to cook over an open fire. Now I was full aware nothing of that sort would be happening, but I did hope to get a nice fire going to at least eat around. I cook build a fire (which was not easy and took me a full 45 minutes thanks to all the rain) then tend to it while cooking, it was crazy but in the end my meal was beautiful and delishious, if I do say so myself. I promise to post pictures here tomrrow of it.

Back to the origional story my frind then says to me (over the phone) you always have such good luck! And I'm just like OK and then she says maybe I should start rubbing your head and I'm like "what?!" and she goes you know how people rub buddah heads.

This thing that happened today though is not a one day ever occurence, it happenes a lot. I will want or need something, I don't have to even ask Swamiji or Ananadaswara everything just works out perfectly!! The thing is all my friends just think I have good luck, I think it is the fact I am in tune with existence, you know, I hope. Why can't all teens be in tune with exsistence?!

OK my rambellings are over, hope this brought some speculation to you all, or at least some entertainment. I promise to post those pics tomorrow so stay updated!!

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