(In the tropical jungle)
It’s freezing. And I am broke. That’s how the new year caught up with me… penniless and shivering.
I wonder how vagrants survive during the winter months.
Still, the entire household finds means to get by. At least we don’t purchase gas for our cooking fire. Although the firewood is quite damp, we can still build smoky fires to heat our instant coffee and cook our dinner. It’s all about survival this first week of 2011. That and practicing how to be grateful for the simplest blessings in life.
I wrote something down on the pad of paper I always keep handy on my work table, and my scribblings say:
I will not heap curses upon your head; instead, I ask the Universe to pour blessings unto your life that through you others may be blessed as well.
I penned this down when I was nearly tearing my hair off in frustration. Funds that I expected to arrive before the old year ended didn’t come in. There was no sumptuous new year feast that I envisioned months before. I am now flat broke and powerless to influence the glacial flow of funds. Still, I am humbled that I have understanding and generous loved ones to tide me over this lean period.
Here in the tropical jungle home, we’re busy finding ways of tightening the proverbial belt. Just this morning, a person who buys scraps and junk came by and we were happy to sell off the cans and bottles that Ta’s sister has accumulated from the past year. The cans were weighed in at 28 kilograms. Our contributions to the war effort.
I’m trying to put off the inevitable decision-making that I must face before the middle of this month.
This all sounds vague as of the moment. Maybe it’s for the lack of caffeine. I’ll scavenge around the house for loose coins so I could buy instant coffee.
Don’t mind if I can’t greet you a happy new year just yet.
Still, brightest blessings be upon your life always.