Right now, in Adelaide, South Australia, it is so effing hot, I can’t think straight. I hate the heat. It’s oppressive. It makes my head foggy and my body swell. I expand and virtually broil in my own fluids. It ain’t pretty.
There’s an idea in Spirituality that before we are born we choose our parents, our physical body, our economic circumstances, our skills, abilities and talents, and lessons to learn, amongst other things.
So I sit here in this never-ending heat and wonder why the hell I chose parents who would move from a cold country – England – to one of the hottest places on Earth – South Australia! And that, into the bargain, I’d choose a body better suited for the Inuit climate!
Clearly I did not think this through very well when I was patiently waiting to be reincarnated. Did I think, ‘You’ll be right. You’ll adapt’? If I did, the lesson I have learned is not to listen to myself because obviously I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
I have lived here for 42.5 years, and I still haven’t adapted. If Charles Darwin had come across the likes of me on his travels, he would have observed nothing of note and died in obscurity!
My DNA consists of hundreds of generations of cold-weather people. To place me in an environment I have no cellular tolerance for is like popping a freshwater fish in the ocean. It’s not going to end well!
I say, bring on winter. For me, it’s easier to warm up than cool down!