Friday, February 3, 2012

Inexplicably Connected

This week was odd. I can't deny that. A few things happened, which I will most likely be blogging about at another time, when my head is clearer, and today I knew I was getting sick. I fought it all week, even went to bed early one night, but my lips became chapped. That's one of the first signs I'm succumbing to a cold or virus of sorts. This morning, I had the hardest time pulling myself out of bed.

My body ached, eyes stung, throat was sore and I just felt as though someone had taken a giant stick and pummelled me with it. About an hour ago, I told Noelle through Skype that writing wasn't working for me so I was going to take a bath and clear my head. Upon my departure, I instructed her to select a song to inspire me, for when I got out of the tub.

Now, she had already signed out by the time I got back, but she did send me a song before she went. The song made me smile. It completely lifted my mood, even though I still feel that scratch at the back of my throat. Her selection proves to me that we are inexplicably connected. She doesn't really know the importance of this artist to me, yet she selected exactly what I needed to hear. Something to play on my heart strings and give me wings.

You know, some things aren't coincidence.

17 comments:

Amy Weaver/ LongWritingRoad said...

Great post. I love it. Some things are just meant to be.

Tyson said...

Sometimes, the path is clear. :)

Jobo Pooks said...

"Everything is exactly what we believe it to be."

Jobo Pooks said...

Could it be that everything is exactly what we believe it to be?

Jobo Pooks said...

Did I post that twice?

Jobo Pooks said...

Please discard what is of no use to you in case I posted more than once.

Jobo Pooks said...

If I only posted once then please discard whatever is irrelevant, even if it's the whole lot.

Jobo Pooks said...

Did I just say something that would cover all of that last post?

If so then please ignore it and any other post that is of no use.

Tyson said...

Um, Pookie? Are you okay?

Jobo Pooks said...

You get so few comments; I thought I'd make the post look busier by adding the same kind of shite that the rest have in them....lol xx

Tyson said...

People comment on Facebook through network blogs and on Twitter because they post there.

But yeah, thanks for rubbing in my lack of comments!

Jobo Pooks said...

Don't mention it; you're strong enough to see what's happening and roll with it. xxx

Tyson said...

To see what's happening?

That sound ominous

Jobo Pooks said...

Only if you see it as such. It's always a case of what you see is what you get I suppose. xx

Tyson said...

I had a dream about you, Pookie. It was a bit odd. But then, so are we. :D

Jobo Pooks said...

Isn't it all just a dream? lol xx

Noelle Pierce said...

I'm glad Tom was good for you. Muah!