Serendipities

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Affirmation: "I follow my bliss, my intuition, and my best guesses."

Some of the early serendipities made their way into poems: like the "rolling CD rainbow" and the "EXIT NOW!" sign. I began to notice that my questions and requests to Avidama were getting responses. (Avidama is the name I gave Love/God/Universe at at time I wanted to start fresh with Him/Her/It. I wonder how many times I'll be giving that explanation, now that it isn't a private thing anymore.)

A few months ago, I kept running into situations where I needed Scotch tape and couldn't locate any in the house. You know, the small dispenser kind with the green plaid label. This need came to the forefront of my mind one day, but I didn't actually purchase any. However, a day or two later, a green-plaid labeled small plastic dispenser of Scotch tape appeared on the street where I walk most mornings. The dispenser was scuffed up, to be sure, but the tape was perfectly usable and almost a full roll.

Now I've begun to scout for odd items as I walk and to play a game with them. I consider how each one could relate to, explain, or answer my current questions and needs. Some people do this by opening their favorite book to a random page. I do that sometimes myself. It's a good way to get an aha! or different perspective.

This blog is being revived in response to the "$500 Answer" serendipity, but that's a story for another day. Ethan and I currently are just so pleased about BAM, our red Mustang. Needing money for this transition, we mentioned to a neighbor that we might have to sell one or more vehicles. That neighbor told us the local best place to park a car for sale. And by the time I got home from situating our Mustang there, someone was calling to to claim first-in-line buyer status. Of all the calls we've gotten since, we feel most comfortable with this buyer. We just "happened" to link up at this location then; had it not been for Hurricane Ike conditions, I would have been in College Station then instead of Terrell.

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Human and Mortal

After entertaining words like "epitome" and "epitaph" beforehand, I woke up in the night knowing that the title of yesterday's guest poem should be "SERVICE." The word is used, of course, in referring to a funeral or burial service.

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SERVICE
(for Ford Best)

Do your best
and then do more.
Be a giver.
Don't keep score.

Be your best
and then be more.
Life's a challenge,
not a chore.



A poem start from a few days ago also got a title:

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BEYOND EXHAUSTED

A poem.
Damn!
A poem.
Damn--a poem!

Now I lay me
down to sleep.
Here's my poem:
Bleep, bleep, bleep!


This was another example of intuition possibly overriding good sense. It suggested I do a poem before sleeping, which drew a strong reaction from the contrary-minded parts of me.


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DISTURBANCE

Not all the houses on my street
face the street.

Some pair off to face each other
across entrances to cul de sacs.

One such house leaves its bathroom
lit all night, making a sideshow
for my early morning walks.
It isn't what you think.

I wondered why lizards congregated
on the bathroom window pane,
silhouetted together like a screen-saver--
until a moth or bug
made a momentary blip on the screen
and everything went frantic.

Testify

For the last month or two, I've been keeping a daily to-do list of sorts.
It has evolved into a first part that I call "My Life" and a second part that I call "My Day."

"My Life" has largely become a series of affirmations. One that recurs is "I follow my bliss, my intuition, and my best judgment." Well, apparently this notion, or this mode, won't let me sleep tonight until I ...testify. Affirm the affirmations.

I won't recount all the recent serendipities right now. I'll simply state that they convince me that I am to write, and that I am to write about the process (the interaction of wishes and fulfillment, and the steps in between).

For someone who writes fairly easily most times, these few sentences have been surprisingly difficult.

Let me set something down, as poem of the day, and I will resume testifying later. I'm pretty sure that will satisfy the intuitional nudge (and I DO need some sleep!)

A friend of mine died two nights ago; his funeral was today. Tonight I asked if he'd like to guest-write or guest-inspire the day's poem. I should have asked him to contribute toward a title. That's one thing about wish-fulfillment; it helps to be specific. The man's name was Ford Best. He was a phenomenon of giving and of accomplishment.



Do your best
and then do more.
Be a giver.
Don't keep score.

Be your best
and then be more.
Life's a challenge,
not a chore.