of course

so last week i have this wonderful discussion with a trusted friend about empathy and allowing and accepting and getting the f*#k out of my own way. then on my way home i stop and visit with the clarkster (tracey clark) lucky me and whatever she doesn't tell me, her daughters teach me about being present and loving and slowing down and that i am okay and such... i leave her house and i drive the pacific coast highway (hereafter PCH)towards my house. as i'm driving i remember that a few weeks ago my massage therapist told me about these amazing apricots called, black velvet apricots and that a store on PCH sold them. i switch three lanes and pull into the parking lot (food obsessed). as i step out of my car and towards the market (it is 8:30 pm) a young teenage girl asks me if i have any money because she and her mom and brother are trying to get a room for the night. now, i am from the school of thought that reminds me i have no business asking or
> judging if someone needs money, if they are asking, they need it, no matter what they end up spending it on. so i tell her that i will give her some money once i return from the store. of course, while in the store, i can't think of anything else, remembering a time in my life when my family struggled and my mom would not ask for help and we slept in the cold...so when i leave the store and go back to hand them my $5 bill i ask what their plans are and how they will manage. the mother shares that they are collecting enough money to stay at the local motel 6 which is $60. i, recognizing that i have no credit cards or any more cash think okay, what can i do? as a coincidence which of course there is no such thing , my man is having dinner with a few college friends literally minutes away. so i call him and say, "baby, do you think i could meet you to borrow $60 dollars", not even asking why he replies, " sure, where are you?" "down the street i'll meet
> you in five minutes" i say. as i'm leaving i walk over to the mother and say, "i will be right back with $60 dollars". as i turn to leave i stop and turn around and extend my hand and say, "my name is myriam, what is your name?" and she replies "joy, my name is joy"
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of course it is...
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> Accept the good baby, accept the good.