dawn of a new life

what is the universe saying?

My wires are crossed, or at least SOMEBODY'S wires are crossed. I put an ad in Match.com. Last week I received eleven emails/winks from MEN!

Of course I contacted the powers that be and was repeatedly reassured that the problem had been fixed-but there I was at midnight Thursday and yet ANOTHER! MAN! Not half bad actually; tall, handsome and well educated.

But that ship sailed years ago.

I do not contact anyone. I figure if the universe has some wonderful woman for me, well, she will come.

Now the boys are outnumbering the girls. Eleven to one! I have a freakin football team!

The third representative was totally baffled. She kept repeating everything I already knew; everything I was complaining about.

"Why don't YOU try contacting some nice lady," asked the representative.

What was I supposed to say? That I was waiting for the universe?

"Well that won't really solve my problem will it?" I responded.

"Hmmm, I guess not."

By Friday late afternoon I had enough men for a football game-two freakin teams-so I called again.

I was finally told, with many apologies, that I had previously been misinformed. In fact anyone, men included, can read and respond!

Should I give the universe a push and help my process? Take a more active role?

I changed my profile. The first sentence reads, PLEASE NO MEN.

I am considering giving the universe a little kick.

Just how big is the universe's behind?

Or, should I just implore?

Or, should I quit!

for what it's worth # 8

The Prayer of St Francis


Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred . . . let me sow love
Where there is injury . . . pardon
Where there is doubt . . . faith
Where there is despair . . .hope
Where there is darkness . . . light
Where there is sadness . . .joy
Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled . . .as to console
To be understood . . .as to understand,
To be loved . . . as to love
For it is in giving . . .that we receive,
It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned,
It is in dying . . .that we are born to eternal life

Thinking

I have been accused of thinking too much:
considering the consequences of my actions.

What do you do?