A Synchronistic Affirmation

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“But the purpose of a story is to teach and to please at once, and what it teaches is how to recognize the snares of the world.”  ~  Umberto Eco

Suddenly the days are getting shorter. Just like that. I’ve been grouching about the long hours of light even though it is déclassé to do so. C’est la vie, non? The therapist suggested that this discomfort with an abundance of light might be a effect from the toolbox of depression. Too much light, ugh. Makes sense to me. Still, at this point in my life I am more in an Autumn state of mind. I’ll not go into a lyrical or poetic description of Autumn here today, simply because tis a Summer day that awaits me beyond sunrise. I’m okay with that, believe you me. I’ve been deeply feeling the power of the Summer Solstice, and the full moon that goes with it this year. It is a comforting energy, however disruptive it may feel at times. It’s an elemental thing. Something to do with plans and expectations gone awry because the Flow has other ideas. So be it. The Veil is open and the Ancestors are smiling. Smiling is a good place to start, whatever it is you may be starting. Yesterday I got a synchronistic affirmation that greatly eased my discomfort at a life situation that I have been gnawing on like a bone for months now. I was sitting at the stoplight, waiting to turn left onto Paseo del Pueblo Norte, when an adversary walked across through the crosswalk. I’d been thinking about the situation in which this woman played the part of an adversary. I’d been thinking that so and so through me under the metaphorical bus. I’d been thinking in the very manner that paranoia does so well. Maybe I was imagining things, but there she was. Point is that an unsavory train of thought was vanquished by this rare appearance of the woman in my life. Thank you, my dear. I wasn’t happy to see her but I felt a little happier having done so. Life is strange like that sometimes. Best get to my day, my friends. Not much to write about today. Maybe tomorrow.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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