Today one of my magic doors is not functioning. I am challenged by the universe to choose another road. The passage to my garden, my morning sanctuary is blocked, I reluctantly sit on the kitchen steps sipping my coffee but the calling is just too strong. So off I go to pick my collected self, hanging ripe in my roses and trees. My faithful gardener follows me – Mr. “Stinkiness”, The Yorkie. The morning is grey and cold.
I am desperately trying to ignore the obstacles to my morning dose of oneness but I cannot help feeling deprived. I am right in the middle of the ebb of centeredness. My awakening rituals are all scrambled. Suddenly an epiphany. I am getting old. This is what getting old is, getting upset because your routines get upset. My blood drops to the tip of my toes – I am livid!
No, no, no! Here Mr Universe I will defy you myself, I will break the routine and go to the backyard instead, sit under the lemon tree! And laugh out loud at the thought of “when life gives you lemons, slice them and have them with gin”.
Mr Stinkiness is not so accommodating though and he decides that the leg of the sofa is much more appealing than the lemon tree…