I Scratch My Nose

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I Scratch My Nose

Have you heard the old wives tale that if the palm of your hand is itchy, then you will come into some cash soon?  Or perhaps the one that states if your ears are itchy then someone is speaking of you?  Maybe you’ve heard if your nose is itchy then a fight is going to ensue?

As a man seasoned in the verse of life, which sounds pompous I'm sure, yet I state unequivocally that those old wives tales are foolish childhood things, we hear and become a part of remembrance as we pass our time."When I was a child I acted as a child, and now that I am an adult my childish ways are no more."

Here & now, I creep upon my fortieth year a Newfoundlander; child of the Almighty. Yet still to this very day, as I pen you these words, each time I scratch my ear I say a Hail Mary, praying that the things being said about me are noble and worthy.  Every single time I say a prayer to Mary, asking that the people who are talking about me are happy with me as their subject.

Even when I am reading, or am occupied with another task always with head pain, if I scratch my nose, I stop for the minute and recite the prayer to Mary.

When I scratch my nose, I fear that I will be forced into a physical fight.  How’s that for a little out there?  And when I say physical fight, I am not talking about refereed boxing matches.  I refer to bare knuckle brawling!  Broken jaws!  Missing teeth and broken bones; a Hail Mary every single time I scratch my nose.

From those old wives tales, I have myself conditioned to pray to The Virgin Mary for her protection and help, to overcome the events I keep setting myself up to encounter. 

I have myself conditioned to be this way for a reason.  All roads lead to Rome for a reason.  My life force gifted me is Devine.

What molds each of us into the life force we manifest is Holy.  Each of us is a Holy miraculous creation of our ever living loving Trinity.

My faith says to me in many different verses of Scripture from the Good News, to “Fear not”.  So my anxiety relating to the old wives tales I have myself conditioned too, is a futile exercise I need not perform.

So why then; why pain?  Why pride?  Why reason?  I am told to “Fear not." 

I need not worry why.

SHEA

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