everyones moving slowly because theres no where to be in urgency.
and the majority of the angels in this city are still sleeping off the hell they partied in the night before.
all is silent.
my king size white sheeted cocoon has me so sucked right in. (it can be a big kingdom for a little girl…)
the blessed drone of silence, mixed with the hum of my fan, accented by the birds trying to summon the world to wake and walk in its glory has me purring in this moment.
i dont have to do fuck-all today if i dont want to.
and i dont have to start just yet, either.
(i did get up and make my coffee with no almond milk as i am living like a bachelor and have nothing….so my white sheets are contrasted by my extremely black coffee no sweetener. but whatevs…)
i had crazy dreams last night. i was all over the world making stops saying hi to people i have known and that i love. i had conversations. things were said that were never said. answers given. friendships made. laughter resounded.
in my dream i was literally flying to whatever destination i desired next. i would touch down. i would spend some time. then i was off again.
…it was perfection.
i usually never remember my dreams…but last night i did. and the people i “visited” can probably feel my presence even now, i just know it.
……….the other day i was stretching on the mat at my super hollywood-shit show-go to be seen gym and i was completely zoned out as i was laying almost on my head in splits.
a guy in front of me is in down dog. so as he is looking upside down behind himself he sees me in trance. i dont know him. he starts laughing at me. he says, “you need to go home…youre clearly done for the day….youre exhausted.” he was right. come to find out hes a hypnotist, and he said i was zoning out into my own trance like state, and he was watching me for quite some time. he asks about the butterfly tattoo on my wrist, and i give him the latin meaning, and he pauses. he asks, “have you ever seen the matrix?” “yup” i say. he goes on to say, “the scene where hes told to follow the white rabbit, and he does, and the whole story then unfolds because he saw the white rabbit tattooed on the girl…”. “yup.” i say. he said, “i had a dream of a butterfly last night and i think its bizarre to run into you today…”.
we continue talking…he tells me a little bit about himself and some things he’s dealing with, and i suggest a book to him. he leaves thankful for our encounter and i receive an email from him several hours later letting me know he bought the book and is halfway done. he said it was exactly what he needed, and that it was making things so much clearer for him. he left me with a quote from Lao Tzu, and he also told me that i was his butterfly that he needed to be on the lookout for because i provided him with what he needed to receive.
synchronicity is all around us if we choose to heed its gentle prod. you can think im nutballs for this story which is fine, or you can choose to believe that all encounters are for the benefit of always wanting to get us to and support us in furthering our greatness. i choose the latter. we can believe what we want. why not believe in sheer brilliance?
on this hazy, lazy sunday look for your magic. its there. its just not intrusive. it must feel welcome to present itself to you….welcome it all in.
Lao Tzu fell asleep and dreamt he was a butterfly. Upon awakening, he asked himself, “Am I a man who has just been dreaming that he was a butterfly, or a sleeping butterfly, now dreaming that he is a man?”…
if i can get out from in between these white sheets, i may be able to muster the energy to follow my white rabbit….