Feliz sábado amig@s. It's Día de Andalucía !
It’s been another amazing day.
It's been a cake, chat, and choto day. What's a choto? A choto is a baby goat in Spanish.
At the end of each day, well almost every day, I like to remember one outstanding thing that has touched my heart, and use it as a spring board, a mantra for the next day.
A few days ago the trigger was hearing the Jesuit intention to 'be alive to the present.'
To be fully alive to the present moment takes me from auto pilot, to following the inner compass, to being drawn by my star. Challenging, 'cos it's so easy to forget good intentions, especially when bad news get stuck to every cell in your being.
So, today it’s been a day about delicious cakes, very sad news, baby goats, and more. All of these have rocked the inner GPS. Which one will make tomorrows good intention/ mantra?
After the sun has set, any rogue, lingering negative thoughts need to get zapped. They will be compassionately encouraged to leave, before the bedside light goes out.
How do I do this? I don’t. I ask (The Universe) for it to be done for me, in a way that will change my body's chemistry. I don't want to end any day feeling spooked.
So, this morning, Dia de Andalucía, it's a public holiday. It's a lovely warm sunny day. I viewed a possible new place to stay, and then waded though many raw emotions as a result of listening to an acquaintances sad story. Hearing about other peoples very bad cancer news is traumatic.
Maybe that’s why I then easily ate 3 pieces of delicious cake- sticky toffee - bread pudding cake, and a piece of shortbread at the fund raising coffee morning in the beautiful posada ( originally a staging inn) in Orgiva.
All the goodies were sugar laden and of course utterly delicious. The company was great, the cause very worthwhile, but by 4pm I was feeling yuk!
So, I drove to the Rico Sucio (passed bar Venta Maria) and began to walk up the track. I’d never walked there before.
Almost immediately I came across a herd of goats, and almost immediately, for a few minutes, I became part of a little drama. A mother goat had just given birth to three babies and was trying to birth a fourth. One of her new borns sat shivering on the grass. He was the first born the goatherd told me later, so he’s tonto (stupid) he said.
The other two were trying to stand up, and comically falling all over the place. The 30 something year old goatherd was on his mobile phone, ignoring the birthing drama.
I watched in awe. Many conflicting feelings shot though my heart. Knowing nothing about the birthing of chotos, I decided to continue walking. Maybe it’s all normal I thought, the fourth kid hanging out of it’s mother rear end, in its amniotic sack, black, motionless and dead looking. Is the goat heard just giving her time?
When I retuned 15 minutes later, yes I know, a very short walk, a grandmother, her son and a grandson approached the new borns. The grandmother was beaming, radiating pure delight as she explained to her 6 year old grandson the miracle of the chotos births. The fourth baby goat was nowhere to be seen.
Witnessing the new life and the joy on the grandmother face changed my body’s chemistry. I got exactly what I needed. My deep sadness re the friends cancer news was zapped, and my day slipped into a new perspective. I drove off in my car with joy and awe waltzing in every cell of my being.
So, I'm choosing to remember the alegria of today, and give the tragedy to The Gods, to the angels, and all our unseen helpers. These are the best hands to hold anybody's cancer.
Buenas noches queridos amigos.
May your sleep be as sweet as an angles kiss.
Tomorrows mantra ?
Let go and Let God.