Union

From the vessel of his heart, he pours his love,
Into the chambers of her soul, filling her.
And this love overflows, so that she may
Share with the rest of the world.
Every day his love tenderly showers her, drenching her,
Until the time comes that he is completely within her.
At that moment, they will merge into the one
They were meant to be from the beginning.

Synchronicity Journal August 29, 2007

This morning, I was sending an email to my boss. After I sent it, a message was waiting for me in my inbox. It was a message from my boss, asking me a question. The email I sent him was an answer to that question. Our emails crossed paths, his a question, mine an answer, and neither of us had planned it.

This afternoon, I was reading Leighton's Cookie blog. His first post was about an American Soprano named Claron McFadden. I was typing out a comment to that post, and when speaking about Claron, I accidentally typed "Clare". I realized my mistake before posting the comment, so I fixed it. After posting the comment, I scrolled down the page a bit to his previous blog posting. In that post, he tells us that he was born on the same day as St. Clare of Assisi.

Update: I was reading Goatman's blog when he posted a comment on mine. More good timing!

Second Attempt

Unfastened from the branch,
That had once clutched me at my feet,
Falling, falling, landing,
On a gust of wind.
All my life I had been green,
But now I am proudly brown.
Brown comes from experience.
It's like being withered with age.
With age comes wisdom.
Now I have the ability to fly,
To go anywhere the breeze takes me.
In time I will land on the ground,
And as moments pass, days, weeks,
I will melt into the soil,
Becoming one again with the earth.
And in my place a new growth will appear,
Perhaps another tree, on which
Many more of my kind will sprout.

(Methinks I should stick to haiku!)

Dream Date August 29, 2007

I am walking by the edge of a wooded area. Up ahead, in the green of the other trees, is a cluster of white-leaved trees. I approach the area with the white trees, and enter the forest at this point. I encounter a group of people, who are mining for opals. Everyone is walking around, trying to find them. I look beneath my feet, and see on the ground some stones of pink and blue. I dig them out of the dirt, and place as many as I can into both pockets of a red jacket that I am wearing.

Orchid

I can see inside of you.
I see through your skin.
Your elephant skin
Hides the tender flower,
A rare orchid.
I prune it,
But its leaves dry,
Turning brown, brown.
The once gentle flower
That swayed in the breeze,
Has decayed in the dirt.
But I saved a petal,
For posterity's sake.

(This is why I DON'T write poetry. I think the teenagers would say I "suck".)

Image copyright by S.W. (That's me!)

Synchronicity Lately

Last weekend I went to see my mother. I was wearing a t-shirt that had Mt. Rushmore on it. When I got to Mom's house, she was wearing a t-shirt that had Mt. Rushmore on it.

Not too long ago, I was exploring the website of a spiritual teacher named Tathagata. A week or so later, a young man posted a comment on my old blog, directing me to Tathagata.

A little over a month ago, I was exploring the website of a spiritual teacher named Dave Oshana. As I was reading the web site, someone sent me an email to my old blog's email address to tell me I should visit Dave Oshana's web site. This particular synchronicity was intense for me, because I rarely update my old blog, and I also rarely check my old blog's email address. But that day I had the email account open, and another window was open in which I was exploring Master Oshana's website. I saw that an email had just arrived as I was reading it. Lo and behold someone was directing me to the very website that I was in the middle of reading!

Yesterday I sent an email to my stepmother, telling her about a blog I found that talks about wild parrots in New York. She told me that I'd "never believe it", but she was in the middle of watching a video online about wild parrots in New York when my email arrived on her end.

Today, we were talking about a friend of ours as we were sitting outside on the deck. When we came into the house, the phone rang. It was our friend.

I Remember

This was me when I was at my best. I guess we can call that the "prime years". I'd like to find her again. (I'm the girl on the left.)

Microphone Check

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

~Pink Floyd

Hot Days of Summer

Temperatures have been reaching over 100 degrees where I live. Even the dogs don't want to be outside for long. I have spent most of my summer days indoors, however, thankfully in early August I started swimming in our pool. Since that first day, I've been swimming almost every day. Last year I didn't get in the pool twice, and maybe not even once, but I can't remember. This year I bought some toys to make pool time more enjoyable. One is called a "toypedo". It's this hard little torpedo shaped toy that quickly glides through the water. It's fun to shoot back and forth to a pool partner. The other is a king cool lounge that floats around on top of the water. This is great for those lazy moments. I really don't like to be so lazy in a pool, so I spend time swimming around, going underwater and watching the sun rays dance on the bottom. If I float on top of the water while looking down, the moving sun rays make me feel as though I'm having an out-of-body experience.

This image on the left shows the "toypedo". Ours is the one on the bottom.

This is where I spend a LOT of time. It gets me out of the house. Otherwise I'd be on the computer all day, feeding my Internet addiction.

Below is a stock photo of the King Cool Lounge. No, the model is not me.

Ideas

Lately I just can't think of anything to write about. It's possibly just a phase. I'm sure it's something like writers' block?

So, do any of you have any ideas on things I could write about? I won't guarantee that I'll write about your idea, but then again, I might.

Please don't ask me to write about current events, especially political current events, because I don't keep up with them, unless it's odd science news.

It's late Thursday night or early Friday morning and I'm wide awake with a cold just beginning to settle in. So, I'll probably be in the house most of this weekend, being inactive and sitting on the computer. Wait a second... how is that different from any other time? :) I don't know!