Awoken by a dream I glance
at my phone wondering
Am I late?
Will I be rushing for work?
I look
I listen
No normal morning sounds
I remember
Saturday
No shrilling alarm
No traffic sounds
No urgency
I sink back into sleep only to be awoken
by the possibility of missing the light that
I miss at work
So craving sleep
I get up
And do the mindless Saturday things
I clean
I wash clothes
and I sit outside and listen
to the sounds of Saturday
I hear birds I cannot name
The buzz of a lawnmower
powered by a neighbour I don't know
A plane above takes people
to destinations unknown
and I dream with the buzz as it passes
of places that I do not know yet
I turn my face to the warm sun
revealed by the sound of a passing plane
and sit dreaming
thinking
the birds I cannot name
someone can
The owner of the lawnmower
has a story
The plane above is full of dreams
wishes
hopes
thoughts
Possibility
I yearn for the blossoms on my trees
that say Spring!
I yearn for warmer
I yearn for blossoms in abundance
I yearn for sunlight felt on
Saturday skin
not hinted at by sound
but felt
by warmth of the sun
seen in pink sweet smelling blossoms and Jasmine
I yearn for time to explore this sense
this scent
that is not confined to Saturday sounds
That is not confined to Saturday.
© Dominique Masson 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Life, The Universe & Everything Else
Yup, the title of this blog is the title of one of the books in my favourite trilogy in five parts - Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy, by Douglas Adams. But, this entry is about life as I see it, The Universe, (God), how I see it and everything else in between that has no neatly packagable label.
I have been on the most amazing journey in my life this week, which in snatched moments has been documented in previous blogs. Those blogs have been dashed out in moments between moments, never really capturing what is going on... what the universe, what God, is teaching me about everything else that happens in between life.
For a while now I have been in a really good space about my life - as I knew it. I have an awesome job, I get paid to fulfil my passion and as such the rest follows. I am happy as a person - I have wonderful friends and family, I see the beauty in every day, I have no lacks.
Then, this week I was challenged by three very distinct episodes. The first with my maid, Ana, the second with Simon, who made my absolutely awesome and pointless green beaded tortoise that serves no purpose except to sit on my counter and have people comment on it, and the most recently, Thandi and her son, relative strangers, house guests in my little flat.
All three of these episodes have turned my world upside down in five very short days. Simon and Ana challenged me to realize that things that I consider little irritations have the world of meaning for them. Thandi and her son have made me grateful for the life that I have, even more than seeing something beautiful in each day did.
In five short days my life has so much more meaning. Everyday I have a smile on my face and little things are just that, little things. And a smile that comes from contentment can overcome any little thing. In five short days the universe, God, has shown me how connected people actually are, and how important those connections are. Not just the obvious connections with friends and family, but those that are there when we open up our lives and forget to distrust and judge because we have learnt to.
In five short days, everything else has suddenly become something else, and someone else. Someone, or something, else that has something to teach me about Life and the universe, or God, and everything in between. And everything in between is our connection to our souls and our sense of belonging.
For the first time in my life, through this 5 day experience of Life, The Universe (I say God), and Everything Else, I feel a sense of belonging.
I belong to this world, to this country, to my family, my friends, and in this sense of belonging, everything is possible.
In this belonging every song has a melody, every sunset driven past after work is noticed and reveled in. Every conversation reveals something. Every moment is precious.
This sense of belonging is not just mine. It is there for every person to experience. In every moment. And it is this that I wish to communicate to people through my writing and my actions in life.
I have been on the most amazing journey in my life this week, which in snatched moments has been documented in previous blogs. Those blogs have been dashed out in moments between moments, never really capturing what is going on... what the universe, what God, is teaching me about everything else that happens in between life.
For a while now I have been in a really good space about my life - as I knew it. I have an awesome job, I get paid to fulfil my passion and as such the rest follows. I am happy as a person - I have wonderful friends and family, I see the beauty in every day, I have no lacks.
Then, this week I was challenged by three very distinct episodes. The first with my maid, Ana, the second with Simon, who made my absolutely awesome and pointless green beaded tortoise that serves no purpose except to sit on my counter and have people comment on it, and the most recently, Thandi and her son, relative strangers, house guests in my little flat.
All three of these episodes have turned my world upside down in five very short days. Simon and Ana challenged me to realize that things that I consider little irritations have the world of meaning for them. Thandi and her son have made me grateful for the life that I have, even more than seeing something beautiful in each day did.
In five short days my life has so much more meaning. Everyday I have a smile on my face and little things are just that, little things. And a smile that comes from contentment can overcome any little thing. In five short days the universe, God, has shown me how connected people actually are, and how important those connections are. Not just the obvious connections with friends and family, but those that are there when we open up our lives and forget to distrust and judge because we have learnt to.
In five short days, everything else has suddenly become something else, and someone else. Someone, or something, else that has something to teach me about Life and the universe, or God, and everything in between. And everything in between is our connection to our souls and our sense of belonging.
For the first time in my life, through this 5 day experience of Life, The Universe (I say God), and Everything Else, I feel a sense of belonging.
I belong to this world, to this country, to my family, my friends, and in this sense of belonging, everything is possible.
In this belonging every song has a melody, every sunset driven past after work is noticed and reveled in. Every conversation reveals something. Every moment is precious.
This sense of belonging is not just mine. It is there for every person to experience. In every moment. And it is this that I wish to communicate to people through my writing and my actions in life.
Friday, July 18, 2008
A Sense of Connection
So, I let a complete stranger and her son into my house as they were in dire straits. It is the first time I have ever done anything like this and had to overcome all sorts of presumptions, fears and prejudices and take a big leap of faith.
When I heard her story and leanrt a little bit more about her than I previously knew, I was amazed at this awesome human being and at the paths that led to this point. While I am helping her with shelter for two weeks, she has opened my eyes and my heart and my mind and given me the gift of a sense of reconnection and community.
We have become so mistrustful in this country about strangers, with questions like "What does this person want of me?", "What are they going to take from me?", Or thoughts such as "Oh gosh! Another person begging for money.", "Another person that wants something from me", it is no wonder that there is chaos in our communities and distrust in our hearts. This distrust is so detrimental and full of fear. I only realized this when I was challenged to let it go. I had all the "what if" thoughts and I came to this conclusion, the only thing I stand to lose are material goods and those can be replaced. I only stand to lose two weeks of my normal routine. That routine can be regained. When I realized this and embraced this situation fully I felt me whole self relax and open up and since this whole thing came to be I have felt happy, light and connected.
When I heard her story and leanrt a little bit more about her than I previously knew, I was amazed at this awesome human being and at the paths that led to this point. While I am helping her with shelter for two weeks, she has opened my eyes and my heart and my mind and given me the gift of a sense of reconnection and community.
We have become so mistrustful in this country about strangers, with questions like "What does this person want of me?", "What are they going to take from me?", Or thoughts such as "Oh gosh! Another person begging for money.", "Another person that wants something from me", it is no wonder that there is chaos in our communities and distrust in our hearts. This distrust is so detrimental and full of fear. I only realized this when I was challenged to let it go. I had all the "what if" thoughts and I came to this conclusion, the only thing I stand to lose are material goods and those can be replaced. I only stand to lose two weeks of my normal routine. That routine can be regained. When I realized this and embraced this situation fully I felt me whole self relax and open up and since this whole thing came to be I have felt happy, light and connected.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
How to Step Out of Your Comfort Zone 101
1. Meet and see awesome jewelry from a woman selling jewelry at restaurants
2. Exchange numbers because you forgot to bring cash and must have that necklace
3. Use exchanged numbers to organize an exchange of another kind
4. Run into that person repeatedly and get excited about their dream of expanding a back room one person operation into a much bigger picture
4. Say that you can help
5. Get repeated missed calls presumably about said help
6. Phone back when time and get asked whether you can help with a huge problem - wonderful jeweler needs a place to stay urgently with her son. They don't have a place even for the night
7. Stammer out a response that you will think about something and call back
8. Ponder the options. No one you know has a room. Think of what it would mean to have a total stranger "off the street" in a very settled single person "I live alone with no routines and a lock up and go lifestyle"
9. Ponder the other option, saying no but knowing that this person might be out in the cold and you can't have that on your conscience as you get into a nice warm bed.
10. Make a decision.
11. Phone and say OK, I will help you and ask the relevant and logistical questions about daily life routines and future plans.
12. Decide on a time for Thandi to come round with her son.
13. Get home and wait. Time passes and no sign of Thandi.
14. Entertain a passing thought that maybe they made another plan and wait some more
15. Can't stand the waiting and phone to find out what is happening
16. They are right outside your door
17. Let them in
18. Listen to their story and marvel at yet another assumption made that has been obliterated about a certain 'type' of person
19. Reevaluate totally the transience of "stuff" and the true feeling of deciding to have faith in a total stranger, to trust in a total stranger and to regain a sense of community that perhaps in our fast paced self centric urban lives has been missing
20. Realize that there is something greater at work here
21. Lessons need to be learnt about opening up to strangers and realizing that they are not strange at all
And wham, you are out of your comfort zone with little stirrings of emerging lessons in life. This will be an ongoing topic as there is so much more to this situation than I am able to write in yet another long entry!
2. Exchange numbers because you forgot to bring cash and must have that necklace
3. Use exchanged numbers to organize an exchange of another kind
4. Run into that person repeatedly and get excited about their dream of expanding a back room one person operation into a much bigger picture
4. Say that you can help
5. Get repeated missed calls presumably about said help
6. Phone back when time and get asked whether you can help with a huge problem - wonderful jeweler needs a place to stay urgently with her son. They don't have a place even for the night
7. Stammer out a response that you will think about something and call back
8. Ponder the options. No one you know has a room. Think of what it would mean to have a total stranger "off the street" in a very settled single person "I live alone with no routines and a lock up and go lifestyle"
9. Ponder the other option, saying no but knowing that this person might be out in the cold and you can't have that on your conscience as you get into a nice warm bed.
10. Make a decision.
11. Phone and say OK, I will help you and ask the relevant and logistical questions about daily life routines and future plans.
12. Decide on a time for Thandi to come round with her son.
13. Get home and wait. Time passes and no sign of Thandi.
14. Entertain a passing thought that maybe they made another plan and wait some more
15. Can't stand the waiting and phone to find out what is happening
16. They are right outside your door
17. Let them in
18. Listen to their story and marvel at yet another assumption made that has been obliterated about a certain 'type' of person
19. Reevaluate totally the transience of "stuff" and the true feeling of deciding to have faith in a total stranger, to trust in a total stranger and to regain a sense of community that perhaps in our fast paced self centric urban lives has been missing
20. Realize that there is something greater at work here
21. Lessons need to be learnt about opening up to strangers and realizing that they are not strange at all
And wham, you are out of your comfort zone with little stirrings of emerging lessons in life. This will be an ongoing topic as there is so much more to this situation than I am able to write in yet another long entry!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
A Little Bit of Humble Pie
In a raging temper much of the day due to various reasons that are best shared with a best friend over a couple of glasses of red wine, and then exorcised with a shot or two of tequila and a good boogie, I had the recurring reminder to be humble and to remember that other people's problems are often bigger, and that even the 'smallest' of people have it together, and both these people have infinitely more patience and staying power than I do.
Bogged down with annoyances which were compounded by the incessant ringing of my cell phone and a 'please call me' sms, I frequently had little temper tantrums, sometimes out loud and sometimes... uhm, no, actually always out loud, I was a menace.
Basically, the please call me was from my maid who comes in once a week and cleans and does washing. Her gran, who had raised her had passed away. She asked for a loan and I felt a twinge of irritation, but said I would make a plan and call her back. Then my phone rang, and rang and rang while I was in a meeting. I knew the number. I had asked a wire and bead guy in Melville to make me a tortoise and he was chasing me up. At that stage all I felt was the demands that people were making on me.
Once I had calmed down, I got my ducks in a row and called my maid back. She was still at my place. I asked her how she was doing. She was so honest. She felt sad, and tired, and sick, but she knew she wasn't sick. I thought: "My goodness. Here I am throwing temper tantrums about little things at work and here is someone doing possibly the worst job in the world, cleaning someone Else's mess for not the greatest amount of money, and doing it through grief." Then the day took over again and when I finally managed to get to Woollies to get some groceries, the bead guy phoned three times. Again, I was annoyed. I knew he wanted to meet in Melville to give me the Tortoise and get his money. That meant I had to go to the bank too. I phoned him back in Woollies, and he was the friendliest person on the phone and so professional and courteous. All he wanted to say was that he had gotten some work and couldn't meet and could I do an EFT?
What grabbed me through this whole thing was my reaction to petty things throughout the day compared to two people who really had bigger problems. The small amounts of the loan and the cost for my beaded tortoise, to me were another set of things to do on my list, but to these two individuals would mean the world, and both of them were calm and polite.
So I drove home in my awesome little car, dumped my Woollies groceries, poured myself a glass of red wine and did the EFT and arranged the loan with my maid and thought how lucky I am that my biggest problem today was getting through my to do list. It is a lesson that I will take into my dealings with all people from now on.
Bogged down with annoyances which were compounded by the incessant ringing of my cell phone and a 'please call me' sms, I frequently had little temper tantrums, sometimes out loud and sometimes... uhm, no, actually always out loud, I was a menace.
Basically, the please call me was from my maid who comes in once a week and cleans and does washing. Her gran, who had raised her had passed away. She asked for a loan and I felt a twinge of irritation, but said I would make a plan and call her back. Then my phone rang, and rang and rang while I was in a meeting. I knew the number. I had asked a wire and bead guy in Melville to make me a tortoise and he was chasing me up. At that stage all I felt was the demands that people were making on me.
Once I had calmed down, I got my ducks in a row and called my maid back. She was still at my place. I asked her how she was doing. She was so honest. She felt sad, and tired, and sick, but she knew she wasn't sick. I thought: "My goodness. Here I am throwing temper tantrums about little things at work and here is someone doing possibly the worst job in the world, cleaning someone Else's mess for not the greatest amount of money, and doing it through grief." Then the day took over again and when I finally managed to get to Woollies to get some groceries, the bead guy phoned three times. Again, I was annoyed. I knew he wanted to meet in Melville to give me the Tortoise and get his money. That meant I had to go to the bank too. I phoned him back in Woollies, and he was the friendliest person on the phone and so professional and courteous. All he wanted to say was that he had gotten some work and couldn't meet and could I do an EFT?
What grabbed me through this whole thing was my reaction to petty things throughout the day compared to two people who really had bigger problems. The small amounts of the loan and the cost for my beaded tortoise, to me were another set of things to do on my list, but to these two individuals would mean the world, and both of them were calm and polite.
So I drove home in my awesome little car, dumped my Woollies groceries, poured myself a glass of red wine and did the EFT and arranged the loan with my maid and thought how lucky I am that my biggest problem today was getting through my to do list. It is a lesson that I will take into my dealings with all people from now on.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
A Rambling on Email Etiquette (or the lack thereof...)
I used to hate “read receipts”. You know that little box that pops up when you open an email and you click on yes to say, “Yes! I read the bloody email. Its in my inbox – duh!” Or you click on no, and just ignore it. Or you delete the message, and this is really obvious – hell, if a person sends an email to a specific email address then it will get there, or it should. And if I delete it, then you will get an email saying the message was not read – And who then didn’t read it. I did… uh… not… uh... well I opened it and closed my eyes and pressed no and then closed it so I definitely didn’t read it and just wanted you to know that okay?
I used to think read receipts were stupid. And a lot of my employers also thought they were in bad taste. I got into a lot of trouble once because it was against company policy. Why, if I hate them so much did I add the read receipt? It was my first proper job out of varsity with email and everything. I saw it as very professional. Then, over the years, the read receipt lost its novelty. Not only is it a royal pain to have to click yes all the time when you get 500 emails (I wish!), because sometimes in a hurry you press no, or delete by mistake, and again look like a bit of an idiot, especially if it is a hot prospective client, but it is a royal pain in the butt because if you send out 500 emails you potentially will get 1000 emails in return – half of those would be read receipts.
Well, that’s the theory anyhow. And that theory is why I dislike them. However, seven years later into my career with email and I not only want to add the damn read receipt, I also want to be a super hero with super powers like invisibility coupled with the ability to move with the speed of thought. Much like Harry Potter being able to apperate, but I would like to be able to apperate to wherever the recipient is that might or might not have read my very important email. So, I would send the email and in an instant I would be inside their office. Here a variety of possible scenarios pan out:
Scenario one: Client reads my email and composes and sends a reply while I watch. Not bloody likely. If this happened I wouldn’t be writing this. I wouldn’t be driven to insane ramblings by the fact that I have no responses to my very important emails! I wouldn’t be dreaming of ways to make the read receipt actually give people the impetus, or courtesy, or whatever is needed to get them to respond to emails.
Scenario two: Client reads my email and decides not to respond even though he or she is sitting at the computer. Not being unreasonable, I will of course add another super power to my list – that of multiple time existence, so I can be in two places at one time. That way I can see what the person ignoring my email is doing while still doing what I need to do for work, which for my part includes answering emails. If I didn’t deign to answer emails, I wouldn’t care that people don’t respond to mine. So, I would watch for a while and if I see that the person is just ignoring my budget proposal, which they demanded be done in half the time it usually takes to do one because they got a late mandate, I will give them a swift whack over the head. I might be invisible, but I am very much tangible. So, I would give them a swift good old South African klap and then whisper in their ear: “What about that proposal? Email the poor girl and let her know what is happening.” If that elicits no response I would do a spot of mind reading to see what the feedback is on the proposal (yes, I am becoming the superhero of all superheroes) and then type my own response to myself about the feedback and then flashback to the office and respond. We might just get the entire very urgent job that required a double time proposal done in this manner. Hmm…
Scenario three: Client is not in office. Again I employ my multiple time existence super power and sniff out the culprit. If he is in a meeting I might gently move his hand to write himself a note to reply to my email as soon as he gets back to his desk. Yes, I can also ghost write. If the culprit is having a beer with the lads I will employ the good old SA klap and the whisper in the ear which will carry on incessantly until the poor person runs screaming to his computer to dash out a response.
I shall also employ these superpowers for people who do not answer messages left by receptionists and PA’s (REPEATEDLY) and people who don’t answer their own voicemail. Why on earth record yourself saying: “You have reached so and so. Please record the time of call and leave your name and surname and I will get back to you.” when you clearly won’t? But that is a topic for another day.
My point of all this is that there is clearly a bit of a problem in business as there is a serious decline of email responses. Some might say that is because with it being so easy to relate via email people aren’t phoning and meeting and the best business response is gained by talking, especially face-to-face. But that is a bit problematic when you have to use one or the other of the avoidable methods of contact to secure that face-to-face meeting. Another problem is the volume of emails that people get. I don’t have a solution to this problem, except to say that a very valid point is a courtesy point: do unto others as you will have done unto you. You want emails answered? Phone calls returned? Then do the same. Schedule these things in. Otherwise I am either going to have to really find away to become Super Project Manager with a list of super powers as long as my arm just to get to the point of agreement and go ahead, or find myself in a white padded room twittering a garbled stream of words like email, superhero, no response…
© Dominique Masson 2008
I used to think read receipts were stupid. And a lot of my employers also thought they were in bad taste. I got into a lot of trouble once because it was against company policy. Why, if I hate them so much did I add the read receipt? It was my first proper job out of varsity with email and everything. I saw it as very professional. Then, over the years, the read receipt lost its novelty. Not only is it a royal pain to have to click yes all the time when you get 500 emails (I wish!), because sometimes in a hurry you press no, or delete by mistake, and again look like a bit of an idiot, especially if it is a hot prospective client, but it is a royal pain in the butt because if you send out 500 emails you potentially will get 1000 emails in return – half of those would be read receipts.
Well, that’s the theory anyhow. And that theory is why I dislike them. However, seven years later into my career with email and I not only want to add the damn read receipt, I also want to be a super hero with super powers like invisibility coupled with the ability to move with the speed of thought. Much like Harry Potter being able to apperate, but I would like to be able to apperate to wherever the recipient is that might or might not have read my very important email. So, I would send the email and in an instant I would be inside their office. Here a variety of possible scenarios pan out:
Scenario one: Client reads my email and composes and sends a reply while I watch. Not bloody likely. If this happened I wouldn’t be writing this. I wouldn’t be driven to insane ramblings by the fact that I have no responses to my very important emails! I wouldn’t be dreaming of ways to make the read receipt actually give people the impetus, or courtesy, or whatever is needed to get them to respond to emails.
Scenario two: Client reads my email and decides not to respond even though he or she is sitting at the computer. Not being unreasonable, I will of course add another super power to my list – that of multiple time existence, so I can be in two places at one time. That way I can see what the person ignoring my email is doing while still doing what I need to do for work, which for my part includes answering emails. If I didn’t deign to answer emails, I wouldn’t care that people don’t respond to mine. So, I would watch for a while and if I see that the person is just ignoring my budget proposal, which they demanded be done in half the time it usually takes to do one because they got a late mandate, I will give them a swift whack over the head. I might be invisible, but I am very much tangible. So, I would give them a swift good old South African klap and then whisper in their ear: “What about that proposal? Email the poor girl and let her know what is happening.” If that elicits no response I would do a spot of mind reading to see what the feedback is on the proposal (yes, I am becoming the superhero of all superheroes) and then type my own response to myself about the feedback and then flashback to the office and respond. We might just get the entire very urgent job that required a double time proposal done in this manner. Hmm…
Scenario three: Client is not in office. Again I employ my multiple time existence super power and sniff out the culprit. If he is in a meeting I might gently move his hand to write himself a note to reply to my email as soon as he gets back to his desk. Yes, I can also ghost write. If the culprit is having a beer with the lads I will employ the good old SA klap and the whisper in the ear which will carry on incessantly until the poor person runs screaming to his computer to dash out a response.
I shall also employ these superpowers for people who do not answer messages left by receptionists and PA’s (REPEATEDLY) and people who don’t answer their own voicemail. Why on earth record yourself saying: “You have reached so and so. Please record the time of call and leave your name and surname and I will get back to you.” when you clearly won’t? But that is a topic for another day.
My point of all this is that there is clearly a bit of a problem in business as there is a serious decline of email responses. Some might say that is because with it being so easy to relate via email people aren’t phoning and meeting and the best business response is gained by talking, especially face-to-face. But that is a bit problematic when you have to use one or the other of the avoidable methods of contact to secure that face-to-face meeting. Another problem is the volume of emails that people get. I don’t have a solution to this problem, except to say that a very valid point is a courtesy point: do unto others as you will have done unto you. You want emails answered? Phone calls returned? Then do the same. Schedule these things in. Otherwise I am either going to have to really find away to become Super Project Manager with a list of super powers as long as my arm just to get to the point of agreement and go ahead, or find myself in a white padded room twittering a garbled stream of words like email, superhero, no response…
© Dominique Masson 2008
A Healthy Dose of Serendipaciousness
My favourite word is Serendipity. Oh, and Epiphany. However, this post is all about Serendipity. I stole the word Serenipaciousness from the movie Serendipity because it just works. Thank you John Cusack!
ser·en·dip·i·ty: an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.
ser.en.dip.a.cious.ness: a series of serendipitous events that lead to an epiphany.
Oh, so maybe this is also a bit about Epiphany.
I love it when serendipaciousness happens.
This week I came to a realization, a little epiphanette.
e·piph·a·ny: A sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something.
e.piph.a.nette: A sudden manifestation of a smaller epiphany that leads to serendipaciousness and eventually a fully fledged epiphany.
So, I had my epiphanette and without even thinking about it, many things started to fall into place. Little acts of serendipity. Little fortunate accidents. An email in my inbox that prompted a rather bratty response by me, and a wonderful authentic response to my bratty email that sparked a meeting of two very similar beings. Same star sign, menthol cigarettes and coffee addicts, spiritual minded and on the same journey of mind, body and spirit. This meeting led to an epiphany, but now that I think of it, it is more a subtle reaffirmation of something I have been pondering. Must find a suitable mouldable word for that.
This sounds very esoteric and mystical and it is. To me serendipity is not just a fortunate accident. It has more to do with being aware. Same with epiphanies. And subtle reaffirmations of ponderings. It is to do with being aware, being open and conscious of dreams. It has to do with acknowledging mistakes and the occasional meander down the wrong path and addressing them head on without blame or guilt, just with the knowledge of being a perfectly imperfect human being. Then the barriers start to come down. Defenses begin to crumble and serendepaciousness is allowed to flood in like golden warm sunlight on a freezing grey winter day like today and dance with epiphany.
ser·en·dip·i·ty: an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.
ser.en.dip.a.cious.ness: a series of serendipitous events that lead to an epiphany.
Oh, so maybe this is also a bit about Epiphany.
I love it when serendipaciousness happens.
This week I came to a realization, a little epiphanette.
e·piph·a·ny: A sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something.
e.piph.a.nette: A sudden manifestation of a smaller epiphany that leads to serendipaciousness and eventually a fully fledged epiphany.
So, I had my epiphanette and without even thinking about it, many things started to fall into place. Little acts of serendipity. Little fortunate accidents. An email in my inbox that prompted a rather bratty response by me, and a wonderful authentic response to my bratty email that sparked a meeting of two very similar beings. Same star sign, menthol cigarettes and coffee addicts, spiritual minded and on the same journey of mind, body and spirit. This meeting led to an epiphany, but now that I think of it, it is more a subtle reaffirmation of something I have been pondering. Must find a suitable mouldable word for that.
This sounds very esoteric and mystical and it is. To me serendipity is not just a fortunate accident. It has more to do with being aware. Same with epiphanies. And subtle reaffirmations of ponderings. It is to do with being aware, being open and conscious of dreams. It has to do with acknowledging mistakes and the occasional meander down the wrong path and addressing them head on without blame or guilt, just with the knowledge of being a perfectly imperfect human being. Then the barriers start to come down. Defenses begin to crumble and serendepaciousness is allowed to flood in like golden warm sunlight on a freezing grey winter day like today and dance with epiphany.
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