I’ve been feeling off all week. And it’s been driving me a little crazy, thus leaving me even less able to steer myself back on track than ever. I’ve deviated toward low energy thinking, kind of staying stuck in my head which seems to be on some kind of perpetual loopy negative track. I guess it can happen sometimes and instead of trying to force myself out of it, I’ve kind of just hung in there, hunkered down and taken really good care of myself and let the thoughts and experiences come as they will, unbidden and often times sharp.
There’s some really beautiful moments that reveal themselves in these kind of funks and I had one of them tonight when I went out on a sweet date with my youngest son G. We started at Raoul’s Empanadas in Morristown, our favorite place to go together, and scarfed down some of Motown’s finest deep fried treats, ice cold soda on the side. It was a particularly fabulous experience as we were there on the same night that all of the craziness from Morristown’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade celebration was teetering toward a rather infamous drunken frenzy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baDd3za5YLQ : A little bit like a bad frat party. But 14 year old G was my intrepid knight in shining armor, retrieving as many creamy sauces for the empanadas as we needed. He found the whole thing hilarious and as usual, I began to be buoyed up by his fun funkiness and his innate ability to stay in the moment.
Magic happens when I lean on someone else’s good mojo for awhile, plug in to positive energy, get charged up, see things from G’s really funny and insightful perspective. At Kathleen Perlett’s awesome photography exhibit, the final phase of our date, G made two hilarious videos, reminders, especially to me, to not take myself so seriously, trust in the love, and believe in the grace of the universe that has always given me way way more than I need.
Much much gratitude to Gareth and Kathleen.