Sunday Prayer

The times when I get into the most trouble are the times when I rent a space inside my own head and I strap myself into the 1976 bowel movement brown colored 280Z with the noxious fume spewing muffler that is my preferred form of transportation when I am feeling especially separate and I take a whirl around that overworked brain of mine without taking the time to LOOK UP AND OUT AND INTO THE SKY.

Even if the looking up and out is for one half second. Even if it is a partial glance.

If I can just take half a breath and not act or speak or respond from the place of my monkey mind storyline, I can stop the momentum and halt my wolverine inclination to make sure that I am heard and then if I can sit or stand with all of THIS for a good lucid moment I will remember (again) that I know that this is the only way that it will all turn out fine and I will get my bearings and be able to tell myself that every last thing will be okay and I’ll look up and I’ll know, for the five hundred millionth time, that I am doing my level best and my heart will finally have room to skip a beat from the beauty of the reflection of all that light.

Yours In Wishful Fruitless Tyranny,
Susie Shut-Up

6 Comments on "Sunday Prayer"

  1. The Zadge says:

    My sister, who you may be familiar with, was utterly in love with 280Zs in high school. She will deny it, but trust me, I speak the truth.

  2. The Rebutting Sister says:

    Actually, it was the 240Z in the early 70s that I adored. Still do.
    And I thought Susie Shut-Up said Fruitless Tranny.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      Silver blue. Sounded like an angry hornet? I know the one. Jan Levy from high school drove it and I envied her from the bucket seat of my yellow pinto.

  3. PJ says:

    Hubby loved his 280Z. Talks about it like it’s an old lover. What is there about it?

    But the important part is that this is a dark overcast, 2-doctor appointment day with a peanut butter gluten-free bagel lunch eaten in the darker gray parking ramp between appointments. The doctors will be competing for Dick of the Day. But you have made me remember to shut up and look for the reflection of the light. I shall be Susie Shut-up and Look-up today.

    Great post.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      I hope your bagel is delicious and I hope you have AT LEAST one nice doctor who talks to you like you are the only person in the world. I’ll look up and out today on your behalf!