Dec.12th

Ah, a fine crisp morning in San Diego.
I woke beore 5 am--mind was racing with things to do, decisions to make, yada yada.
Waited till after prayer work and the sun rise to take my walk. I walked over to the post office to return a book shipment that I didn't order (almost oxymoronic)and I arrived shortly after 8:00 a.m. only to my dismay that the station didn't open till 8:30!! Argh. even though I knew better,I tried to push the thick box into the restricted slot. However, there were two pieces of mail in the lid that seemed stuck. Open and closing the flap did nothing to dislodge them. So I reached my hand in and shoved them down the lid. They appeared to be slightly damp and stuck. Was I only there to help these letters move on their way? ah so... so be it. And then a postal worker came out to hoist the flag and I asked him if I could put my return book in his cart and he said yes. I had already honored inutition and brought a marker pen to write on the box, "Refused: Return to Sender." I smiled. It worked out after all. And then as I turned to leave, I noticed that the new issue of Adams Ave. Herald was out and I could get a copy of my article for Dec./Jan. I walked away smiling at how God's plan was so much nicer than mine,

OH OH OH-- run don't walk to see the new James Bond. OH yeah, and you will wanna see the film too. OH MY GAWD! I felt as exhiliarated as I did as pre-teen seeing Sean Connery for the first time. Sit in an aisle where you can jump, squirm, wiggle and move around without disturbing others.

More synchronicities keep cropping up for me--and usually it has music being the link. I am so in touch with this process now, it seems almost, well, ordinary.

Enjoy your week. Keep breathing!