I was watching Dr. Wayne Dyer on PBS the other day (in between all those delightful pledge pitches, of course).
He was talking about his latest book, Wishes Fulfilled, and at one point he informed me in no uncertain terms that I am God.
This was news to me, of course, although I admit I had my suspicions.
I mean, our parrot TOTALLY worships me.
So I mentioned this startling information to my boyfriend over dinner (inspired by the notion that it might cause him to put his laundry away in a more timely fashion), but he didn’t seem impressed.
“He said the same thing to me too,” boyfriend replied. “I think he says that to everyone.”
Blast that public television!
It’s just so… public, and everything.
Anybody can get enlightened on there, AND get a tote bag to go with it. So much for exclusivity.
But isn’t it divine that we’re all so divine?
Hey, I’m a generous gal. I’m willing to share.
Now let’s start fulfilling those wishes!