The "lucky" tune tonight: The One That Got Away courtesy of Katy Perry
Today is Friday the 13th - the only one of its kind in 2011, which makes it unique. Or does it? I must confess that nothing fantabulous or disastrous happened in my small hemisphere today. But I did feel slightly edgy. Editing into the wee hours of the morning may be more the culprit than anticipating a day doomed to catastrophe and failure. However, the moon is waxing at 75% so maybe its my need for a handsome shapeshifter or a cold lover with exquisite dental work making me restless. Oooh. Just the thought....
Friday the 13th is among the throng of superstitions, myths, and misgivings that unfortunately, we subconsciously submit to. It is also the most popular superstition in the United States. So are you superstitious soul? When you stride down a sidewalk do you catch yourself purposely stepping over the cracks, go around a ladder in your path, quickly throw salt over your left shoulder if you spill it, to ward off a demon? Does a shiver shimmy up your spine when a black cat crosses in front of you, pausing to lock a gaze from glowing emerald green eyes?
I must confess that the "broken mirror" myth may have merit. I used to place my Christmas tree over a large mirror and create a village scene beneath, letting the mirrored glass poke through the angel hair here and there for my imaginary river or ice skating pond. However, one particular year while placing my "Better Homes and Garden" creation on top of my tree, I lost my balance and stumbled off my stool, landing on my mirror...and cracking it. The next seven years proved challenging. I gave birth to surprise twins, forcing me to quit my high-paying job and drastically curbing our financial lifestyle. My husband contracted Epstein Barr, which lasted nearly five years, and my "soul sister" and grandmother died, leaving a void in my heart that never has completely healed. So when I clean mirrors, I use extra caution, say long prayers and confess all sins before squirting cleaner on the glass. With that said, and an earlier post of particular dislikes, you may want to bring your own mirror when visiting.
The superstitions or "cosmic traditions" I prefer to call them, that I adhere to, carry positive connotations. I wish upon a star every night, and if there's a cloud cover, I face North and imagine the tip of the Big Dipper, pointing me to one of my favorite places, Alaska. My heart races when I spy a shooting star, allowing myself as many wishes as I can think of before it fades out.
I indulge in my horoscope every day (I'm the poster child for Aries, although a pinch of Picses seeps in once in a while), relish in my numerology reading (strong 7) and Chinese horoscope (I prefer "Ram" to "Goat"), and love to shake my Eight Ball with important questions like "will an agent call today?" I'm beginning to think that floating piece of paper that insures "most definitely" may be stuck to the bottom. When I go for Chinese food, I commit a felony and steal an extra couple fortune cookies, in case I don't like the first, I have a couple more chances at getting the "truth." If anyone knows of a good psychic close to Southern Utah, send me a number. Mine moved to Tennessee. Great lady and a lot of fun.
Next to anything dipped in chocolate, "fun" is my goal for life. Laughter heals, while it may not "cure," at least for one flickering moment, you don't give a damn and feel happy. It takes less muscles in your face to form a smile than to hold onto a frown. I'm all about using the least amount of muscle in my face!
So how was your "Lucky 13" day? Hopefully, it was dull and boring, or delightful enough to savor as a memory. Signing off to work on saving another superhero.
Thanks for waving....Harley Brooks, the lucky side of Joelene.