Interesting day.  I put some incidents together and realized that someone probably maligned me to members of my family.  The hints and the behavior that were puzzling to me suddenly made a kind of ikky sense.  I went through a lot of emotion.  I felt betrayed.  I felt angry.  Why didn't someone just ask me.  Straight out.  I know that I might not be right,  but something feels wrong.

Without going into detail,  my mind was going through shades of emotions and scenes of what I could or should do.  A very ugly place to be mentally.  I called MKate to complain.   She was concerned and "on my side."  All this was on the way to my chiropractor.  

On the way home from the chiropractor, I had an insight.  It was all a funny play.  I started to laugh.  And I was able to put the whole mess behind me.  Who really cares about who thinks what about me.  It doesn't matter.  God matters and God knows the situation.  

This ability to put negativity behind me is new.  Like so many others,  I like a good drama.  But drama's belong on stage and not in my life--not if I want to create miracles.  After I let go of all my righteous indignation,  I felt light.  Like a helium balloon.  I took deep breaths and felt amazing.  No doubt this is a mile stone in my life.  A heady milestone.

Life began to flow.  Everything I did was touched with peace and a shiny glow.  I passed the test.  And yes,  I recognize that the test may be made up by me--but how easy to let the imagination run wild.  I still passed the test.  

Went to Sweet Things to get an anniversary gift for the parents of one of Luke's students.  One of the candy ladies remembered a fun conversation we had a few months ago.  Very welcoming.  I found the perfect gift and the perfect card AND I was under budget by a few $$$$.

Work was fun.  MKate's grand kids were there for awhile.  K is so cute and charming.  She likes to play act that she is one of her friends.  She wears dark glasses (she's 6) with pink frames,  and carries a little red purse.  E is growing up fast.  Wasn't he just a baby?  

When I got home,  I tried to explain the situation that I'd been through to Luke.  He got all fussy and mad like guys do.  He wanted to blame me or be mad at me.  I let it go.   I said that I was disappointed that he wasn't happy for my progress as a spiritual human.  Then I let it go and gave him the right to feel his own feelings.  I don't need him to understand or approve of me.  

Later that night,  Luke came downstairs for his mini massage.  I didn't mention anything.  I know that words don't fix things or chance opinions.  I just gave him his massage.  We watched t.v. together.  Just before bed,  Luke told me that he didn't understand what I was trying to impart.  He wanted me to explain.  I did.  This time,  and I might say for the first  time in 50 years,  he understood.  That is a miracle --for me and for Luke.