I’ve started singing lately in an unknown language that sounds African… it reminds me of Swahili at times, or Zulu or Sotho or Xhosa…, but also totally not those… no matter what, though, it always sounds African to me….
And it has me wonder if it is linked at all to that deep-seated longing I have to live with the lions in Africa (or something to that effect)… perhaps, as I was considering tonight, I was in Africa in a previous (or another) life, and perhaps that was when my mom was Indian, and we somehow met through that proximity, and agreed to have this life together…
Wouldn’t that be neat…?
P.S. If you aren’t aware, look up an audio pronunciation of the language name Xhosa… I first heard it spoken aloud in the audiobook of Nelson Mandela’s A Long Walk to Freedom, and I loved it almost instantly.
It almost magical how much something seemingly permanency can change in a short time.
Just two weeks ago, I was noticing how few guys seemed to be in my life (not dating-wise, but just at all), and how I missed having males around.
As of tonight, it feels as though guys are overflowing in my life, and in various ways (though surprisingly many of them have made clear efforts to date me).
Life is crazy (as though I don’t already know that), and totally worth it (I’ve know that one for quite a while, too). 🙂
I was all set to write something good, using my computer…, but the internet is, yet again, not working properly, so I got pushed back to my phone for a short bit of thumb tapping instead (because I like two spaces after my periods in writing, and the phone application doesn’t allow such a thing).
Life can be tough and miserable, or it can be tough and comical… I think I’ll aim for the latter this week, since this small incident is one tiny straw on this bundle that feels like it’s breaking my camel’s back…
The Universe gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.
Today, I needed a reminder of the magic that abounds, and I was granted that reminder thoroughly and beautifully.
I was even declared an interpreter by someone who didn’t even know that languages are a prominent part of my life, nor that I know more than one language.
And, on my way home this evening, just to let myself free in having fun, I sang a free-flowing song in a language I don’t entirely understand (yet, anyway)…. and it, too, was magical.
Yes, today has been magical, magic-filled from the Universe.
Do you ever find that, when you’re with the people who get you, – and I mean really get you – it is easy to stay up late with them; it is no concern getting minimal amounts of sleep whenever they’re around; the traditionally hard bits to sacrifice of life are no big deal to let go? Isn’t it amazing, the power of connection, love, and appreciation present in those interactions, that we are able not only to bear life better, but to bear the usually hardest bits of life better than we ever bear the everyday ones? It’s always worth it with the ones who love us and get us, and whom we love and get. Always.
Those are the relationships I want filling my life.
The hard stuff always seems to be harder in person, even when it isn’t your own hard stuff…., but that’s okay… go for it, anyway – there is a sort of magic awaiting you on the other side.