Walking the Dog

Yesterday I learned about the fruits of the spirit.  Kindness, love, patience, meekness, humility, and there are a few more but my notebook is in my car and I don't wanna break up the flow of the click clacks on my keyboard.  When you're in a place like a Hollywood, the fruits of the spirit are a lil underrated to say the least.  They are trumped by ambition, drive, calculation, greed, manipulation, power and status.  Although, drive is good, I often pray to get my engine started on a daily basis and ambition can be fruitful if coming from the right area of your soul, and power well it should be wielded with a tender hand in my opinion.  The rest are rotten tomatoes.  Calculation, greed,  and manipulation don't wear well, especially on women, maybe that's why they get the botox, to hide the battle scars of plotting.  I've managed to stand firm in the fruits of the spirit although at times slightly skewed.  Being kind to those whom I wanted to "like" me.  That was stupid.  I was raised to "do unto others as you would want them to do unto you" but I learned real quick that not everyone got that pamphlet.

So I water my fruit and adore when certain ones are in season.  Nothing can beat the intoxication of encountering a kind heart.  One that is bursting at the seams with love.  Patience is really a virtue.  It takes lots of discipline.  I am thankful for the patient ones.

I have grown very fond of the dog that I have been taking care of for the past month.  We have become friends.  She follows me everywhere and just waits on me no matter what I am doing.  I've realized it's been a long time since I allowed myself to look forward to something and everyday when I come home I am so damn happy to see that dog.  She is the sweetest. She sits at my feet when I read a book.  She sleeps at the foot of the bed.  She hops on the couch when I'm watching a movie and when I talk to her I swear she knows what I'm saying.  She tilts her head and acknowledges my thoughts.

I have been helping a couple of my friends move.  I really like doing this.  It's like a workout for me.  Lugging all those boxes.  It's exciting, these new beginnings.  I think I am vicariously living through them and pretending that I am moving and starting over.  Well I feel like I'm always starting over anyway and for now the only movement I will be doing is taking my new best friend, (this furry creature staring at me as I write) on a walk :)