I'm overly fond of Post-It's and many are posted about my house with messages to me. They're only the modern version of the scraps of paper I used to tape up. Mini prompts everywhere. Words from friends, books, and now, people on OS. Words to comfort, guide or make me smile. Notes on mirrors, walls, doors, the fridge, the computer. Heavy and light thoughts valued equally by me.
The one on the backsplash with How to break free? written in red long ago and long since answered, still remains. A reminder so I don't forget.
There is a note to pray for 6 dead soldiers, friends of a friend who carries them in his heart. I don't even know if they are all men, no one should carry too much alone. I just pray, hahaha, ever calling on God (or the Universe) with my blatherings, begging and apologies. For a very long time there was a thank you card with a heart on it next to where I sit, I used to pick it up every day to pray for a new heart for someone I will never meet, some here prayed for that person with me. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, sadly I rarely remember to pray for me. Never mind, I'm okay, my mother prays for me.
Right now there are 4 strategically placed on mirrors, the fridge and laptop that all have the Hawaiian Ho'oponopono (I don't even know what that means) prayer for healing on them. I'll pray anything and everything, lots of people need healing. I don't even know how this one works, I just pray it:
I love you
Please forgive me
Strangely, it always makes me smile.
There was a time I was introduced to people as "the funniest woman you'll ever meet." I also had the reputation of saying fabulous! more than anyone. The only thing I like more than making other people laugh, is laughing myself. I'm not back there yet but not giving up. There was a period when on every tile of my kitchen backsplash had a fortune cookie fortune taped to it. When cooking or cleaning I would re-read them at random and add in the asylum to each one.
Unexpected money is coming your way in the asylum
An exciting new career opportunity will be offered in the asylum
You'll have a visit from someone you haven't seen in ages in the asylum
Love will find you in the asylum
You're going to go on a relaxing trip in the asylum
Tee hee hee, I wish I hadn't gone on that organizational frenzy, try it next time you have Chinese food. Trust me.
I was on the phone with Mrs. Scorpio the other day and she casually said something that had me running for the Post-Its.
The heart can be broken because it can be mended, because the heart is shared.
The soul or spirit should never be broken because it is all you and only you.
I remember a couple of years ago going to a jam night at a local place with my friend Lori B and after she sang a young woman who had played the violin came to chat with us. I told her how much I'd enjoyed her playing and that violin was the instrument I found most healing. We chatted for a while and she asked more about what was wrong and I told her "I have cracks in my soul." She stopped and very seriously said "that sounds really painful."
I think my friend Mrs. Scorpio is right. All our hearts are connected, if I have a broken heart love from others helps it heal. There are things that others can't help me fix, only I can fix it. That is the part of me that will always remain only mine but it will heal too, with self-love. It's probably best this way because otherwise every time we lost someone we loved we wouldn't be able to heal. If we gave away pieces of our souls, one day all of me would be gone.
I never thought about it before, she said it. Hahahaha, I'm not all that smart on my own, but I'm smart enough to listen to others and learn... No one of us is as smart as all of us, I no longer remember where I heard that, the post it is long gone, only that bit of wisdom remains. Collective hearts, collective wisdom, things that are shared.
I think it's pretty wonderful how we have love and knowledge to share and a spirit or soul that's all our own. I can't imagine having it any other way.