It amuses me to no end how the universe makes a mockery of my suffering.
Because I don't think we were meant to suffer, but to overcome, persevere and triumph over every little thing (or big thing) that gets tossed at us by life. And sure enough, just as I was sliding into the abyss of self-pity, loneliness and a poor-me wallowing in the muck attitude, little dazzling connections begin to appear everywhere, tickling my fancy, bringing belly laughs and launching me back into happiness like a catapult full of jelly beans. The universe clearly thinks my self-pity is funny, and won't be dragged in to commiserate with me. Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.
This past weekend, during the Coral Springs Festival of the Arts, I met an amazing family of creatives, including two young men, one a musician and writer, the other a composer. Sparkling bright lights of fabulosity, these two creative guys and their super encouraging mom are a beacon of BE YOUR WILD SELF to the world. And then there was a gregarious and broadly smiling couple, who had just decided to drop everything and move to the Dominican Republic, taking only their art and clothing, starting fresh in a wild new life...just because they could. I am delighted that one of my pieces is going with them. Another adorable couple, who knew each other in high school, lost touch, then rediscovered each other decades later, charmed me with their sparkly romance as the wildly creative lady pulled candy, jewelry and whatnots out of her magic handbag and handed them out freely, leaving a trail of pixie dust and joy.
The event became a woven tapestry of creative delight, one connection after another. And so my recently fragmented genome has been coated in a balm of joy and laughter, free candy and puppy parades, happy people and their stories. The universe may be mocking me, but I like it. :)