My Happy Place

I love people, always have. Being surrounded by people—that’s my happy place. In the various locations I’ve lived in, I’ve satisfied this need in different ways. In Los Angeles in the 1970s, I would stand on the sidewalk on a freeway overpass and feel as if I were loving the people in all the cars that whizzed by. Later there came to be malls, joyful, wonderful malls-full-of-people. I would go mall-walking and, as well as I was able, feel peace and love flowing out of me from God to all those people. After I found the Teachings of the Ascended Masters, I began to visualize the Christ in me interacting with the Christs in the people around me; I’d make calls for those who seemed out of sorts and bless everyone.

It has taken a while for me to find a crowd in Vieques. Now that D’Frozz has been beautifully remodeled, with chairs for probably twenty more people, and the owner, Felix, has found enough staff to keep it open almost every day, and tourist season is here, D’Frozz is full of people in the mornings. It’s a joyful, life-enhancing time for me. People bump into each other, borrow chairs and move them around, crowd around four-top tables eight at a time, and stand shoulder to shoulder at the bar-height tables after the chairs there have been used up. The line at the counter to place orders sometimes extends nearly the length of the entire restaurant. It’s heaven.

I’ve begun eating breakfast there nearly every day. What an exciting way to start my day. Now, there is a slight downside. The other joyful way to start my day is to spend time in communion with God, praying out loud and joining an online group for an hour between 10 and 11. So, what to do? A compromise. I take my iPad and AirPods. I give all my own calls and prayers, instructions for my elementals and angels, Michaels, Dweller and Judgement calls before I join the 10:00 group, and I’m all set. I pray silently, but with all those people around it is easier to focus than at home. I’m too comfortable there and random, horribly loud noises are always intruding at home. At D’Frozz it’s impossibly noisy all the time—and I love it.

One of the girls at the counter observed that I nearly always buy a second cup of coffee. She declared I should pay for it up front, then when I get ready for the second cup I can just bring my stainless mug to the counter, and even if there are 20 people in line, since I’d already paid for it, she would refill it right away. I’ve switched to tea now, but the practice continues.

They seem to love having me here, me and my little dog. I bring them all Christmas gifts each year, something I’ve crocheted usually, and mid-year, I pass out more gifts. Order receipts have numbers on them, but me they call by name; sometimes they bring my food to me.

After breakfast and decrees, reading the news and catching up my texts and emails, I can go home. But sometimes I stay to do some writing, knitting, crocheting, or reading.

This is my happy place.

P.S. The shivering snowman by the door, in this always-warm place, cracks me up.