I wonder what will happen in my life today ...
Heres what happened in my life today..
Woke up at 7am.
All meditations between the bed and the door have currently been suspended, due to crap weather conditions.My extremeties are struggling to cope with the sudden drop in termperature. As a result, I have moved to a new warmer 'leaning against the wardrobe' location. Its doesn't really compare to the space between the bed and the door because I can't hear my favourite black bird singing, but its better than getting permanent winkie shrinkage.
Ate a yummie blend of short grain organic brown rice, banana, raisins, honey and yoghurt for brekkie.
During the workout I shared with Claire how I was feeling nervous about tonights audition for the part of 'Rooster' in the musical Annie. She kindly reminded me of the power of intention, and the experiment in conscious dying.
So once again I ask myself a question.
What if I had 59 days left to live on Planet Earth? How different would my life look?
Okay here goes ..
Did a food shop at Tesco in Burgess Hill . Bought enough supplies for the next 6 weeks. In my experience; better to be safe and full up than sorry and starving.
On this occasion, I chose to use the self service check out.
A sexy, sassy automated voice instantly spoke out at me making me jump out of my skin all jack in the box like.
UNIDENTIFIED BAG IN BAGGING AREA!
For f**ks sake! Give me a break! I've only got 59 days left to live.
Sexy, sassy voice was humiliating me in front of the other customers - for bringing my own recycled bags, instead of using the wafer thin plastic bags provided. (Supposedly, a trillion plastic bags are consumed worldwide each year, and it takes hundreds of years for the bags to breakdown. . unlike human beings, who break down everyday over the stupidest things.)
A few seconds later, a real shop assistant came along and pressed lots of touch screen buttons, making it okay for me to place my recycled bags in the bagging area.
The first few items sailed through the checkout; frozen fish, carrots , de-icer, honey, hemorrhoid creme. eggs, smart price tissues, blueberries...
Then it happened - the gala apples wouldn't scan. There is nothing more embarrassing than standing at a self service checkout with 15 impatient queing people giving dirty looks, frantically rubbing and stretching a polythene bag of gala apples, to get them to scan.
At this point sexy, sassy had taken the huff and was giving me the silent treatment.
Somebody muttered something under their breath
I quickly retaliated; IT'S NOT MY FAULT THE F**KING GALA APPLES WON'T SCAN!'
I felt awful.
So, I took a deep breath and invited The Holy Spirit into the situation, to help me make a healthier choice.
Then, I remembered the truth, and everything worked out okay. I made friends with sexy voice, apologised to the gala apples for treating them unkindly, and sent unconditional love to the 15 people in the queue.
in a nutshell; only the love is real in any situation.
Worked on Roosters New York accent.
Ell arrived looking slightly green due to a case of pre audition nerves. We had a boogie to Stereo MC's, ate a simple healthy dins, and cleared our fears around auditioning for Rooster and Lily eventually arriving at the truth .. that Its perfectly okay to SHINE.
The audtions went brilliantly. Fortunately, we both got to read and sing together along with Deb as Hannigan. The audition panel laughed out loud and when the song and dialogue finished said that they had seen enough, turned to each other, nodded, and said the words ' we know, we know'.We celebrated our mini victory with a photo of Rooster and Lily.( See below) Whether we get the part or not is now in the hands of the lovely people on the panel.
Ell and me did face to face sex. I played the werewolf and Ell pretended to be Kate Beckinsdale. PHWOAR!
Went to sleep humming the words to the song Easy Street..
Ellie is the key
YES SIREE! YES SIREE! YES SIREE!