Purple stones with yellow spots

Before surgery I kept searching and searching

I'd wander amongst the self help books at the bookstore

Collecting the ones that just might have the answer

because 1 MILLION SOLD attests to it actually having the answer

Those books, while good reads, didn't have answers

But instead, like the townsman, points the way for a lost traveler

With my nose in books gathering bits and pieces along the way

I collected things and people I thought could help

I kept searching

I collected art supplies, people, vision boards, the stone with the most mojo

I figured if the book suggested this or that

and the testimonials proclaimed "I have found my way because of this book!"...

Well, hell, I'll go out and buy the purple stone with the yellow spot

in the upper right hand corner that resembles Scooby Doo

and balance it on my nose while singing "Where oh Where has my Little Dog Gone"

under the light of the third full moon of the season

except

I was still searching

 And getting annoyed

I announced to the Universe one day

'I've had enough of this nonsense...you'll have to make it crystal clear'

Wham! Aneurysm.

 LOL

(Note...don't mess with the Universe)

The thing is, it worked

I'm not searching anymore

When I let go all the pieces fell into place

I get it...well in a weird convoluted way

I understand now why the books won't tell you

They can't...we each have our own special gift

And we each need to find it on our own

The books, people, the purple rock with yellow spot...

they can point the way but it's up to you to uncover it

Because only you will understand the language it speaks to your soul

Perhaps the best self help book would only contain a mirror

between its covers

~ ~ ~

Here's me and kiddo working at the Habitat for Humanity Friday

The hubby was training us to be electricians

I had an amazing time