Nah, it’s not that kind of post.
Sometimes I get lucky. Sometimes we have a winter that is so freaking cold for Baltimore that my usual dreaded temperature range -the forties- feels downright balmy. Sometimes, on a winter morning the whole neighborhood smells like nutmeg from the McCormick plant, even though the winds usually aren’t right for that until summer. And then I have an idle afternoon and I get out for a walk, and at just the right moment I decide that I want to lean against a tree, and the tree has been in a sunbeam for a while and the bark is warm to my touch, and as I pause the sun is strong enough to heat the back of my neck like it’s the apex of a summer afternoon, and then I decide to send some reiki out across the world and whether it reaches its target or not, my hands stay warm enough from it for the rest of the walk that I don’t need to put them back in my pockets. Sometimes in the middle of January, I get an hour of July in the palms of my hands.
Sometimes, I get lucky.
Also, sometimes I get an eBook about getting lucky from Sommer Marsden for free. Lucky, lucky me!
