I'll spare us all more Aretha Franklin indoctrination (for now ... bwaaaaaaahhhh-ha-ha). However, I might be on to something about how many of her songs ARE about transcendence and transformation (cf. You Make Me Feel Like Natural Woman.)
It has already been a frustrating morning for me. Albeit with a share of pleasure. Forgot to move my car, so I have yet another parking ticket. Not ready to get meself to Albany yet. House in a state of more-than-usual disarray.
Am I lacking some attentiveness here?
The real question might be, can I accept that I messed MYSELF up, make the best of it, and move on, or will I make myself wear the crown of thorny dark clouds of self-disapproval?
Well, I leave for today contemplating this from Ravindra's book:
"A clear and tranquil mind results from contemplating friendliness towards those who are happy, compassion towards those who suffer, joy towards the virtuous, and impartiality towards wrong-doers."
I suppose that should include me.