Karma Chameleon

Karma Chameleon

This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?


I’ve always been aware that I notice even the very small, perhaps insignificant, details around me.
I clock the colour and shape of the clouds and point them out to Caz, my husband, and he says he probably would never have noticed them otherwise.
My mum might think a safe place for a yet to be written birthday card is behind the ornament on the mantel piece. It turns out that is the first thing I look at and she admits she thought I wouldn’t spot it.

A lot of people go around in life glued to their phones or otherwise not taking in their surroundings. Me? I’m looking everywhere, taking everything in. I see a pretty flower a little distance from the path and avoid stepping on a small insect while making my way over. I hear the buzz of the express-way in the background but also pick up on the bird singing in the tree.
Like at this moment my husband is making dinner so I can hear the tap running, a bird singing outside, the creak of my leather sofa, the heat coming through the glass of the window, the coldness of the leather sofa against my legs, looking outside as I’m expecting someone to visit shortly and in doing so I spot a seagull flying really high in the sky that is so high up it is barely a speck.

I often wonder if it would be better for me to be able to switch off whatever part of me that picks up all the minute details. Would I be more intelligent, filling my mind with facts, maths, formulas and such? Instead there are lyrics to songs I haven’t heard in decades. The funny shaped cloud I saw yesterday. The little weeds that grow in the cracks of the pavement. The little critters large and small that pass me during my day.
But isn’t it wonderful that I seemingly never miss a thing. A fly that falls in my drink gets instantly fished out. A bee that haphazardly flies into a spiders web gets gently extracted from the trap and given the taste of freedom once again.

In the past at college I took up a years course in holistic therapies. There I learnt about massage, aromatherapy, Indian head massage and reflexology. I had a tough early start in life with having thwarted cancer twice at a young age and have always felt a sense that I wanted to return some goodness back into the world. To help people or animals in any way I could.
I keeping thinking back to one of my hopes in life which is to volunteer my spare time at an animal rescue centre. My only downfall would I may end up filling my house with all the cute animals wanting a fresh start in life, a warm place to sleep and a little love in return.

I would hope I have nothing to worry about with karma. There is a caring part to my personality. I’ve been through a lot in my years and can offer a good and experienced ear to others despite my age. As a lot of people though, there will be the occasional thought that flitters through my mind of how annoying I believe some people are.
Why are they chewing so loudly.
Couldn’t he have held the door open seeming I’m walking so close behind.
It wouldn’t have hurt her to thank me for letting her in at that junction.
But I think that it is very natural to feel put out by others now and then, especially if you have high standards you set even for yourself!
It might be nice to think that somewhere in these annoying people’s day that maybe they could knock over their drink or just stumble a little over an uneven paving slab.
Karma restored!