We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. — 2 Corinthians 4:10
Friday morning… I received a Facebook message from my friend, Ellen: “Ill be in la union this weekend, you want to meet up?” I scoop my old, slightly cracked black Nokia cellular phone to text her a “Yes,” Allowing myself to morph into the social being, which has long been dormant and dusty.
The whole night I anticipated hearing tales of her travels to other parts of the globe, Whether it be gallivanting the cobblestone streets of Europe, Or listening to the accent of a native from the land down under. Anything but the story my heart narrates day in and day out would be a breath of fresh air.
Since the other week, I and my other friend, Wiji, have been exchanging email messages… Where she later influenced me to start reading Eat, Pray, Love… And to consider doing Yoga for my well-being. “I try to do travel often…” and… “When you get to see how beautiful the world is, it just puts things in perspective.” These were some of her words.
They’re my angels. Not the kind who drive evil spirits away. But they are protectors in their own way…
They save me from myself.
