My karma ran over my blogma.
There is an often mentioned yet little understood law called karma. It is not hard to grasp; no, it is always in the palm of our hands. Still, most of us persist in thinking that karma is something beyond us, some unseen force that arrives – shazam! – as random fortune on the whims of fate. Not so. We are karma, and we produce karma. Our present is the product of our past; our future is the product of our present.
And I do mean present. In a series of interwoven, yet still unexpected karmic consequences, my basket has lately been filled to the brim with presents. I array them here for you now, in accord with another fractured axiom, “You read what you sow.”
First, Irene sent me this. It is made of the kind of magic only rarely seen and quickly disappearing these days. Catch it while you can.
Next, Jen sent me this. It was a smash sell-out, but you can still begin at the beginning. I suspect there’s more where it came from.
Then, Kathryn gave me this. She had already delivered the prequel. Do you see the way the circle turns?
Mika, the mommy musician who always sounds a true note, sent these amazing sounds. You’ll be blown far, far away.
Laura, who once worked with me, kindly skirted the issue of mints. In the intervening years I’ve become well-aged but she’s become the big cheese.
Keri made my wish true. Now I wish to return the favor a million times over.
That brings me to Bella, who along with Meg has come up with a way to fill the basket forward. This is your future calling. Bless it.