Labels with Appeal

It is no secret that I am not a fan of attaching labels to humans. Yet, this can have a fun twist too.

My friend Scott and I went grocery shopping the other day. We both have this habit of turning the mundane into miracles, so even food shopping is an adventure. He is used to my slower pace by now, so when I sauntered in through the entrance with the cart, he was already skipping ahead in the produce department. Facing me, he placed some bananas in the cart and quickly turned to select more vegetables. I thought I spotted something on his face. When I caught up to him near the lettuce, I saw it. There, placed intentionally in the center of his forehead, was a Chiquita banana sticker. I laughed until my belly hurt. This was a regular practice in my childhood. It was also something I occasionally did when shopping with my children, at first to their delight, then embarrassment when they grew older. I had forgotten this form of labeling. Until now.

As I followed Scott through the store, we giggled, singing the Chiquita banana song as we went. I only remembered the first two lines which left room for creative license to insert my own lyrics. What fun it was to fill our cart while experiencing joy, such a pleasant way to remove ourselves from the idea of rising prices back to the place of gratitude that there is an abundance of food, and that we have the means to pay for it all. 

When we arrived at the checkout, the label was still firmly in place. The cashier, in a solemn voice, informed Scott that he had a sticker on his forehead. We burst out laughing, and he explained that he was exercising his best silly self. She laughed with us then, but there was a part of me that felt a sadness that she didn’t understand the ritual of placing a banana label on your forehead. Why else would there be one on each banana when they sold them in a bunch?

We exited the store into a brilliant bright fall day, spreading more joy, the song still on our lips. 

I wonder what the world would be like if all the labels we accepted and displayed came with a happy song.

FROM THE SANCTUARY

 As the trees become more golden and the days grow cooler, I am spending more time inside. Writing, reflecting, listening. Filtering through the clamor of the election talk, I am able to hear the pleas of what others are seeking in this world. The latest theme is from women desiring real friendships and in-person time together to talk, to cry, to be creative, to support each other. Therein lies a calling for Twelve Angels. And speaking of callings, I am also feeling a strong pull to exercise my skills in helping others to navigate the career arena, which to me means discovering your essence in the world, and how you will bring that forth to “make a living.” So much more meaningful than simply looking for a job.

I have partnered up with Scott (the label guy) to deliver more services. His similar outlook, dynamic attitude, generous spirit and especially his support of this vision keep me focused on the “dream come true” and “making miracles happen” path. His artistic abilities and musical gifts are different from mine, allowing us to exponentially reach more people. Please reach out to find out how.

Blessings and love to all, and keep dreaming!