Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not a fan of e-mail chain letters. I can honestly say I loathe them.
I blanche at the process, and find the rules and regulations on par with a karmic ultimatum. If I send them to 3 to 5 friends, I'll experience something so-so. But 30 friends - whoa, Nelly! I just have to wait by my mailbox for my guaranteed ticket to Utopia. Because it is surely coming.
All this vitriole? That's just me. No offense to the senders; I love you.
I'm just snarky that way.
However.
This one letter I kept, to use for a TT. It is from a dear woman, whom I've only gotten to know recently - and I'm so grateful I have. She is magnificent.
I sat on it for quite a while.
Let me clarify - this hesitancy was not at all intentional. I'm just a loser.
Mainly because I had misfiled the piece into an obscure sub-file I never go into. A file crammed full with Tip O' The Day riprap about diet and exercise; crapola I just kept shooting into the file as I received it throughout the summer, never to be looked at.
Well, summer's over. And with the fall comes the Cleaning House Baroness, the Diligent Baroness, the Organized Baroness. Time to purge that file with 80-odd articles. Gah.
And there it was. Waiting, patiently.
So, here it is.
The most important part of it, anyways. The loveliness of its text is a testament to the beautiful spirit of my friend:
Best of Thursdays, everyone.
'May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.'
9 comments:
This is indeed a good one and not like most of that other dreadful riprap.
Word verification: grappol
I grappol with riprap every friggin day of my life.
LOL riprap;) Well worth the wait, though.
Ah well my word verification is lyses .. and I am thinking about how most of these pass-a-long emails are filled with riprap and lyses.
It's like I'm FORCED by peer pressure to comment so I can tell you my verification word.
stletabl
I feel like Charlie Brown at Halloween.
Content to be who we are. A very important goal.
Countess Patois: I am so sorry that you got a rock.
There's always next time...And don't feel pressured by the blog peers. We're no After-School special here.
However, my word is bletant. As is, there seems to be a bletant verification conspiracy going on here.
Countess NATUI: One of the best takeaways from my yoga retreat was a mantra for meditation: All I have to do is be, and all I have to be is who I am. I tells ya, the liberation from that one rocked my world.
Congratulations, it's a starter sentence!
beautiful.
Count Cormac: Yay!
Countess Stacy: The quote is as wondrous as the woman it came from.
It is just my honor to be the messenger.
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