CONTINUING GOOD FORTUNE

Well, it must be obvious by now that God does not listen to the prayers of lay Carmelites because I’m doing very well these days.  Book sales are going very nicely and I saw my surgeon yesterday and it appears that not only did I beat the impossible odds by surviving my illness last year but it looks that I won’t be needing gall bladder surgery for the foreseeable future.

It never ceases to amaze me that when a door closes in my life it only means a better one is going to open.  Who could have imagined that my financial disasters of a few years ago would lead to me having health insurance that the gods envy, a wife who adores me as much as I love her, more friends than I can shake a stick at (I know ‘cause I tried) and a degree of creature comfort far greater than a saint deserves (which may not be a good analogy because saints don’t deserve comfort.  They would never appreciate it.).

I look back on my life and the disasterous ending of a major love affair spared me from being married to a nutcase (and the poor man who actually did marry her must surely have a place in Abram’s bosom for putting up with her obsessions all these years), distancing myself from politics kept me out of the Iran-Contra mess, hitching my wagon to Psionics made me famous in a weird sort of way and joining up with a handful of terrified pervs (who were terrified of me) enabled me to create a large community that worships me, to say nothing of meeting my wife!

I’ve landed on my feet so often I’m amazed I don’t have fallen arches.