The slower I am, the better I go.  The easier I chant, the more gets done.  However, I am wired backwards.  If it is bad for me, I’ll eat it, drink it, do it.  At least that was the wiring that took over after being a “good girl” didn’t work at all for attention.  Then I was as naughty as I could possibly be, and here I am doing that do-gooder thing again.  Pendulum swings and swings.

Feeling the hand of My Friend on my shoulder, “Easy girl.  Whoa there.  Hold on now.  All is well.  All is well.  In all matters of all things, all is well.”  I open the channel of my flute to sing Her praises.