I coaxed my prince around after round upon round of punches were thrown on WhatsApp. By way of biting back I wrote my previous post. Now I’m back with the happy ending.
I am loved up. Lost in love. Loving it.
We kissed & made up & then we kissed some more for good measure. On the steps of the Maldron Hotel on Granby Row which is one of the nicest spots you can imagine in the North Inner City to hang out in the wee hours. The rain fell softly upon us but I kept warm popping indoors for countless cuppas while he almost had hypothermia by the time we saw fit to part.
So we parted on the best of terms, to see each other again soon I am sure. I am on too much of a buzz to consider going to bed before breakfast is served at 8am. Then I will dive beneath the covers & meditate on my happiness for a couple of hours before Paddy’s Eve festivities are upon me.
After 4 hairy days of missing Moon Man so very much, he’s back on the scene. I can’t celebrate enough. Ferris Wheels are spinning inside me. I am light of head & light of heart. Even though……
March 16th is the anniversary of my Mom’s death. Raise her soul! She was singlehandedly trying to bring down Mon Santo in the Irish Supreme Court. She possessed damning evidence against them, previously undisclosed, which she disclosed to no one & so her secret died with her. I am already in full swing, celebrating her life.
March 25th sees the anniversary of my Dad’s death, 3 days after my birthday. The celebration of my birth is sandwiched by my parents’ deaths. Eegad, just makes me want to celebrate harder!
So celebrate harder I shall. In the name of my parents & St. Patrick. Kicking off in 5 hours with presentation of awards & dinner in Pathways Centre across the road on Granby Row. Followed by a lengthy power nap. I will tune into the Universal Mind Meditation read by Kelly Howell to set me to my slumbers soundly. And wake up to Party Time! Pygmalion’s biggest ever Paddy’s Eve bash with Joe Goddard is in the mix. Heaven on Earth!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 