…Or International Man of Mystery Part IV
In a matter of days, actual years have passed
It’s fitting we make the good memories last…
It was events such as the rainbow and the spell that show me that the Universe is there/here to help us by giving us what we want – or think we want. We send out a vibe into the cosmos, and the cosmos gives back to us what we’ve vibed. I’ve noticed it many times over the years.
When I was younger, and heading to the shop with my pocket money to buy the latest to be released comic books, I thought I could have done with a little extra money so I could buy more. Walking down the road, on the pavement in front of me, scattered around was a various array of coins, with nobody around that owned them. I scooped them up and was able to buy all the comic books I wanted.
When I was in hospital having my ear operation, I hated it. On one of the nights, a nurse sat with me and read a story to me until I went to sleep. She had a slight speech impediment, although at the time I didn’t know how to explain this. The nurse didn’t tell me her name, so when I asked about her with the other nurses, I could only describe how she spoke by saying ‘she said de, dis and dat, instead of the, this and that’. None of the nurses knew who I was talking about.
On the day of leaving hospital, this nurse was stood in the doorway as I left. Again nobody seemed to acknowledge she was there. She smiled as I walked by, so I waved and went on my way home.
It’s only recently that I’ve started thinking that what if this nurse was some kind of angel, calming me down as I was so fraught in that hospital. I never saw her with any of the other children, reading to them. I also thought when would a nurse have time to sit and read to a patient, but I suppose that could be possible with a nervous child. The fact that nobody on the hospital ward seemed to know her was a puzzle.
But that was then, and here we are now in the now.
I’m still in the job that was shown to me by the rainbow. I feel I’m not well liked there, but I get on the best I can with the others who work there. I can’t stand meetings, I’m such a waste of space in them it’s untrue. I do try, but I just get spoken over, so now I just go in and sit and wait until its over. I answer questions when asked and that’s it. Any suggestions I make are ignored, and I’ve recently experienced a work colleague starting snapping at me for no reason. I complained about this behaviour and it seems to have stopped. For now.
I don’t like confrontation of any kind, and have a slightly higher than normal distrust of other people. I think everyone has an agenda, so instantly my personal barrier goes up. Friends I make tend to drift away eventually, but we all have our lives to lead.
However I see people, it doesn’t mean that I wish them ill. I like to see people succeed, and cheer them on when I can. I love creative, enthusiastic folk who make me Feel Good when they’re Feeling Good. I always try to spread good cheer around, even if suffocating in the toxic smog beneath a dark and foreboding cloud. Hey ho!
And then we have blogging. My escape. My writing whisks me away to magical places, the Mansion, the Lake, the Grinds, or just takes me out of myself. I enjoy the camaraderie I feel with other bloggers whether they comment here on my blog, or I comment on theirs. I do comment. Well, I used to… and I will again!
It’s all about Feeling Good.
We may be going through some rough stuff, but there’s lots of good stuff in the mix as well, and that is the important bit to concentrate on. Focus on the good. Shine the light.
Thank you for reading. My name isn’t Tom Merriman, but it is Tom. The shy, socially awkward international man of mystery due to reaching the four corners of a round world through the medium of blog – maybe a little less mysterious now, maybe a little more so – but I am human, I have feelings, and I REALLY enjoy life, magic, warts and all.
Please be advised that my now regular Letters to the Universe post will still appear as normal later today.