Dorydom

My phone never rings. Well, if you discount the robo calls that is. The other day, which is a month ago, I spot a missed call among the many optimistically thought of junk calls that randomly try to fix my credit score, charge me for the felony of missing jury duty, make me a billionaire by sharing a top secret business proposition , change my utility bill to zero by installing solar panels on my rooftop or with one of such lifetime opportunities that keep banging relentlessly on my ringer till I let it slip to the VM. So spotting a name from my contacts was a stand out in a sea of spurious but authentic looking numbers. A missed call that I could actually recognize?? My ego body let out a smile. So no matter how many walls I build around me, there are souls out there who'd try to reach me. What a boost to 'the self' by golly! What a revelation of the subtle ego body that sticks like gorilla glue, no matter how sincerely the spiritual seeker looks to rid it? Well well, I don't intend to hijack the point of this ponder and make it about my ego gratification - cause it is not what it is, at all. I swear! Rather than torture you, my imaginary readership, with the shenanigans of my mind's over thinking, let me try to crystallize it. 'Try' being the operative word.

So one score and no years ago, it happened. I found a volunteer that said "I do". The milestone occurred in July. This dude that called, the true blue teddy buddy - (this description  is something I cooked up just now as it stands true to the Teddiness of this buddy) - doesn't miss wishing me on the occasion like the nineteen other times the occasion came. He has some silicon chip in his head I tell you. Whoever can remember a long gone childhood friend, let alone her milestone of an event that occurred in the dark ages? Did I hear a resonating "None"? Thank you for not disappointing me. But this friend is another one of those pesky numbers that doesn't give up on talking me into getting solar for my household, (which we already have by the way, but the trust issue laden  world and the telemarketing brethren wouldn't buy it for reasons you probably already know). Very adamant I tell you. Now I wish I had this kind of passion in  life, that doesn't give up on morons like me. But what I lack in myself, I don't unsee in others. Thank God for little blessings.

Or big blessings perhaps. Love born of one's presence can die upon their absence - but what if that love is born of an eternal soul connection? It is then that you have this tremendous blessing of a friend  that crosses your path. They defy all human give and take, all barters, all 'I scratch your back you scratch mine' dynamics. "People like you have guardian angels around" this teddy buddy once opined while speaking to me. Unbeknownst to him, that he was reassuring me of his own presence in my life. I'll tell you what a self wrapped excuse of existence I am. I didn't return the call. I know he'd know I know what was to be known. But seriously folks - please give up on me already! And that isn't even that bad. I have something else that tops this bad of not acknowledging. August 13th came and went. Like it did for the score and six years I had had the good fortune of calling Teddy buddy my buddy. This date intersects with the birthday of an immediate family member but did it help my amnesia? Nay! not so. Guilty as charged for the umpteenth time in this year, and twenty sixth time in this life time - my Dorydom kicked in. I forgot. But it is just wishing that I forgot, mind you. The guardian angel lingers in my heart chakra, keeping guard of his pal day in and day out. Sometimes he goes dormant. But he is still there, like the spirit that lingers in the body till it stops and then transcends it and lives on.

So my dear teddy buddy, I know you wouldn't tread this lonesome path of my virtual ponders, but let's leave convention to muggles. Here's wishing you many many many more. Thank you for existing. Thank you for hovering over me with those wings and wand. I remain, utterly grateful! And till the next time I fail you and my own grey cells, don't give up on me. Pretty please with a cherry on top.

Signing off, your dear dear dearest of dears - the one that's being preciously Guarded.