My 53rd birthday is now almost ‘one for the books’ and I am reeling in amazement at how many people have shared my day with me, even if we had never met face to face. It began at around 3 a.m. when I awoke from a dream that was fortuitous, about a problem I had with my computer that I resolved BECAUSE I was alerted in the dream state. Once up for a bit, I found myself paging through multiple sweet Facebook friend messages. The number of friend per Facebook page is 5000 and I have maxed out; so imagine how many people had taken time to send me their wishes. One was from my parents who had awakened my sister Jan with a message from the other side, to pass on to me at that same wee small hour of the morning. I responded one by one to each, making a heart connection via cyberspace. After going back to sleep for a few hours, I was sung to consciousness by my cousin Jody, after which I returned to my inbox that contained even more celebratory missives. Then there were beautiful cards and gifts that reflected the most important gift…the love that inspired them.
I felt like Lucille Ball in the candy assembly line of the I Love Lucy episode as I attempted to keep up with the flow. Each time I would thank one person, another greeting would pop up. Kinda like the way Universe responds to our expression of gratitude in general. Throughout the day, I received voice mail messages; from Greg, Barb, Ondreah and Matthew and some acapella serenades, including my professional singer friend Ben, as well as Gary, Phil and Janet, Naila and my sister who offered our ‘traditional hippo-birdies-two-ewes’ birthday benediction. Then there were more emails and a fun and colorful video from my friends Pam and Phil, decked out in purple finery. A beautiful compliment came today in the form of a message from Pam’s 90 year old grandmother, a.k.a Rose Winsko Maliniak who had this to say about my newly birthed Bliss Mistress book:
“I’m reading the book and I must say this Edie Weinstein is a very gifted writer. I feel like she’s in the room with me. I visualize the events. Love, MomMom”
Thank you, Rose, for your sweet words..quite a compliment. Your interest in the book has stretched my demographic beyond what I anticipated. Glad you are enjoying it. Goes to show you that Bliss Mistresses are ageless.
On my way home from work, I stopped at a nail salon where I had not been before, in order to have a pedicure. A few minutes after settiling my tired and in need of pampering feet into bubbling warm water, I notice a woman sitting two chairs down. We struck up a conversation and I found out that her name is Carol and she is re-creating her life following many transitions including the death of her father in 2008 and her mother this past March. Her dad, like mine, was athletic. Her mom; she felt had died of a broken heart…diagnosis of Congestive Heart Failure, just like my mom. I suspect that in missing my father to whom she had been married for nearly 52 years, her heart was broken and longing for him as well. Tomorrow is their anniversary and I am so grateful that they are together. I was telling her about the book and the connections it has with my mom and she could relate. As it was with my mom, she was able to connect on a much deeper level. She purchased a copy on the spot and a further cosmic coincidence, as she pulled out her checkbook to pay for the book, I saw that she had lived in my neighborhood. My red painted tootsies danced in delight out of there.
My culinarily talented son Adam cooked me dinner and baked me a cake. After indulging in the delicious meal, I headed to the gym where I ran into a friend named Sherrie who I had met there a month or so ago and had written about in the Bliss Blog entry called The Whole Package. We caught up on our lives and then I indulged in a cleansing workout/playout. More messages keep flying in from all parts of the planet. As I prepare for much needed sleep tonight, I acknowlege that I am pretty darn blessed and that I am immersed in love, so sweet that I wish never to emerge from it. You are all a gift in my life
http://youtu.be/bOqyygAQSX0 a blast from my past Thank You For Being A Friend by Andrew Gold