This is the Chinese *luckiest day.* According to my googlemancy, the Mandarin word for *eight* sounds like part of the expression *prosper, or get rich.* It also means *unity.* Visually, the numerical symbol is perfectly symmetrical—it can be sliced in half horizontally or vertically, with each half mirroring the other. And today is a triple eight, triple lucky, triple prosperous. Nice. I like this.
I’m grateful to be alive and interested and aware and curious.
And willing to show up for this life. Even when it’s bumpy.
Ebb and flow. Ebb and flow. I’m much fonder of the flow, to be honest!
Ebbs scare me. So today I declare: I stand at the edge and watch the tide ebbing. I shake my skirts at the tide. I know. I know. I know that the tide will have no choice, no option, no other way but to return full and flowing so that the water swirls around my skirts and tickles my ankles and rushes around me. So that I am soaked to the knees with the flow and the energy and the abundance of the goddess. Without the ebb, how could I experience, over and over again, the bounty and the goodness and the fullness of what’s already mine? I am blessed.
Wow. That was powerful. Where did that come from? I hardly ever wear skirts. I think I was possessed by a love and energy greater than I even know I can have most of the time. Yes!
Now I’m drained. If I didn’t have commitments, I’d go back to bed.
Blessed be. Blessed be. Blessed be.