My Thoughts Over to Surgery Room

by HelluvaGirl

For as long as I remember myself, Mother Grandmother would pray for me: when I had an exam, went on a trip, got sick or gave birth. She did it the old-school way, with all the huge Christian prayer books and rosaries at hand. I’d turn in my bed in small hours and I’d hear her humming the repeated, unending, half-voiced mantras, filled up with faith and perseverance. Now they make the memory tissue my childhood is swaddled in.

And though I have different approaches towards God, I strongly believe in the power of thought.

From the moment I woke up today, I send my special thoughts to the person who is having a challenging day and could use some good vibe.

It’s all happening. It’s all what you make of it. There will always be a point about everything in life, including today, when you turn back and smile, and say: oh yeah, that time. You’ll be having champagne and flip through Vogue and talk shoes. You’ll see.