Audio (MP3): 20170929 - Let the cosmos be your guide
Maggie and I found this note while having gelato at Graham’s 318.
Sometimes life pounds on my door, pounds with both hands to get my attention. But more often than not it’s just few taps, barely audible, just left of center.
When I see those things out of the corner of my eye, the kind that perk my interest, it’s important that I take another look. Stay in that moment and focus. I don’t think that whatever just happened along is an accident. I need to act on those glimmers because once they’re gone, they’re gone.
Time keeps ticking away whether I do something or not. And the odds are against me when I hesitate. If I wait too long it’ll be all but impossible to go back. I can’t rewind and recapture the magic from a moment ago. Magic’s got a shelf life. Unfortunately.
Sure, in almost all cases those left of center taps don’t amount to anything. I don’t always get to find a rabbit in the hat but I never regret at least looking, looking to see what was making that sound.
Ya know what I don’t like? Wondering what would’ve happened, what could’ve been. If I’d just taken a chance, taken a risk, and not necessarily jumped through that window, but at least said, “wait, what was that?”
I’d rather have the thought “well, that was nothing” than my heart murmuring and longing for something that I let slip away. Something that was knocking gently on my door and I ignored. That flicker I just walked by. There’s been too many times where I just kept walking. Just kept driving…
Like those bricks in St. Charles.
Or that guy I only briefly talked to in high school. Or that pirate ship1 I never got on. Or that barbershop I never went in. Or that phone call from Brazil I never answered.
Somebody told me a few years back that I was meek. And it pissed me off to no end. Because it was true. I hate when my submissive, unassertive alter ego holds me back. Ugh.
Anyways, I’m a firm believer in that the more I stop and look around the more opportunities will become obvious. And one of those things will be a home run. A magical rabbit leprechaun. That changes everything.
Like a Taco Tuesday at 7-11.
Sure, sometimes it only changes things a teeny bit, just for that day. Like I only get a brief experience or flash of exhilaration or whatever, but those little rabbits can also change how I see life from there on out. And then when I look back on those pictures I took in the alley that night, I won’t be unfulfilled.
My heart tingles when I remember the time I joined the parade for immigrant worker rights2 only because it was happening right outside my work building. And the time my brother and I shot a scene for a movie in a grocery store on a whim because that’s where the cosmos had led us that night. And a few days ago when I conjured up the goat by the name of Thelma Louise just for the sake of nonsense.
Those three things changed everything. They gave me satisfaction for a life lived.
Even better: I’ll cherish forever the friends I’ve found because I took a risk and put myself out there. Smiled and said “hi” to a stranger.
It’s like all of this I just wrote… I was driving to work this morning and it was a fleeting thought about how I shouldn’t ignore those fleeting thoughts. That I should write about them so it’ll all be highlighted and underlined in my mind. And then hopefully I’ll stay two steps ahead of my own timidness.
The more we pay attention the more we’ll be given the chance to experience and partake in new and exciting magic tricks. We’ll pull them into our lives, pull the rabbits and off-chances toward us. Because that’s what are hearts are crying for. Mine is anyways. Our spirits are little magnets that attract the likeminded…and as such, our internal combustion protons will seek out the cosmic electrons. If you’d like some science metaphors instead.
And if you have kids and take them on your adventures to Neverland, all the better. Encourage perception and exploration.
So to wrap this up… This isn’t anything new. The concept has been in at least ( two | books ) I’ve read. But I do know it’s more than just a concept or a theory. It’s a way of living that opens secret doors and unlocks the handcuffs of every day life. The world is inviting us, softly, to participate. In so much more.
Just don’t go jump out the window because a red balloon floats by.
#missedconnections #advancedsoul #diariespodcast
There’s so much truth in your words.
I grew up better safe than sorry. Stayed that way most of my life.
It wasn’t until I did a whole series of “bad, selfish things” that came up aces for me.
That’s when I started having those “If I’d only….” regrets.
Now I do stop in the middle of a moment to take that mental snapshot.
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Thank you, Thank You, Thank you. Both of you.
T: sometimes I hold off on reading your stuff not because I’m too busy or not interested. just the opposite. i’m saving it to savor later.
it’s like Ferris said, “sometimes you gotta…”
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tism- better safe than sorry, I’ve been there far more than necessary.
jimi- yep, I hold off on commenting sometimes, too, just so I can absorb a smidge.
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