My Life In The Slow Lane

My brother is saving my future. He's helping me get out from under a few money problems that will help me buy a house in two years. I got the "you betcha" email from him today in response to my email from yesterday asking for his help.

Everyone needs an older brother. Everyone needs an older brother like this. I am humbled and very grateful. Here's my response to his chivalry:

"All I want, now that I have the relationship I've always dreamed of, is a house of my own. Must be Mom's genes working in me. I had a dream last night that I was standing in front of my huge yard, visualizing a flower & vegetable garden, when I suddenly realized I didn't know how to grow anything. In the dream I went to a garden store/Farmer's market and asked a young man there if he was a gardener. When he said yes I told him about what I wanted to do and then asked him to come over to my house and act as my consultant for a good fee. He agreed and the next part of the dream is in "scenes:" he's pointing at soil and telling me what will grow well there; I'm digging up dirt with a handplow and tenderly laying seeds into the ground. I'm sure that tonight I'll dream of myself eating fresh zucchini."

We all need help at times. The trick is to realize it, be open to the moment when it presents itself, have the balls to ask your most trustworthy intimates for the help, and then have the balls to walk through the fire. I did it once. With a lot of help. There are a few folks around me right now who are on the jumping off place to doing it - needing it badly. With my hand over my heart and my head bowed, I thank my brother for this incredible gesture of love, and I send good vibes to those around me who need the strength to ask for what they need. May they soon see that the path to loving themselves is clean and clear and actually all that it is cracked-up to be.