2013-Well sawing off the branch did keep Mr. Squirrel from reaching the feeder. I assume it was his need to go farther afield that led to my finding his body in the road a day later. So every act has its repercussions.
A sunny day found me basking on the south facing metal basement doors like a happy lizard. A whiff of warmed earth rose up and a rush of earthy joy shot through me like a clarion call. Proof that, so far, I’m still alive.
Finding a treasure trove of guided meditations online (how can this not pour light into the world?), I treated myself to a lovely one focused on third eye opening. Immediately afterwards, radiating something kind of magnificent, I stepped onto the front porch and was dazzled by a bright arc of rainbow directly overhead. (Instead of being part of a circle around the sun, it arced the other way-??-a topic for more research.) It faded in minutes. Anyway, this is where the choice comes in I wrote about last time. It’s up to me to choose whether to dismiss this as coincidence or choose to believe in synchronicity, some kind of sign. Or rather, since that strikes me as somewhat forced, to at least choose to remain open to the possibility of its having meaning.
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