"Mellifluous Dark needs..."

So, what you do is put in your name and then 'needs', all in double quotes, into Google. (Shamelessly copied from The Scottish Lemon's blog).

My results:

• Mellifluous Dark needs prayer. This is heartwarming... I had an especially terrible night.

• Mellifluous Dark needs to throw up or possibly get some air. This is a bit spooky in light of how I've been feeling, thanks to work.

• Mellifluous Dark needs tragedy. No. This is not true. I have had my share of tragedy, thank you very much, Gypsy Google. I have dealt with some very harsh things, and I don't mean insomnia in this case. Enough already.

• Mellifluous Dark needs a nanny. Well, one that would look after me full-time and let me sleep all day...

• Mellifluous Dark needs to leave her office now. Damn right.

• Mellifluous Dark needs to be near your heartbeat of happiness. She needs your support. Can I argue with this? No. It is lovely.

Resonance

Hmmm... strange things are happening today. Strange: good.

Everything S told me last night about having to make myself not go under in terms of mood and confidence due to the doings of others (in situations where I cannot take control) was powerfully reinforced by what I randomly tuned into on the radio earlier. It was uncannily spear-like in its directness of message.

One of the speakers said something like: "You may feel pain, but suffering is a decision you make." Words to that effect, anyway. It sounds cheesy written down but the presenter and guest uttered words about happiness/unhappiness and making decisions about these feelings that were so apt and helpful that I can only marvel. Coincidence? I don't think so. I think we are drawn to certain things, and people, in life.

May you live in interesting times

A tip for the day: remember the laws of karma: cause and effect, reaping and sowing, action and reaction. No one is immune. Of course, no one is perfect but, hmm...

Kung fu later.

Plenty to do in the meantime...

And, to the one person who will understand this: Scottle Cra... believe it, it is real. They were actually all there yesterday, scurrying, weaving events and words carefully and intricately. The near-silence was golden.