Pause Exhale Repeat

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Another Labor Day said and done. Another summer over in the ole US of A. Okay. In my world, these artificial delineations don’t really take. I wake up lately not knowing which day it is. Wonder when I will have to start taking notice of these silly details? I have been taking notice of not so silly details. We’ll get to them later..

So much is happening astrologically that it can be overwhelming. Eclipse season, Mercury retrograde, Saturn returning to Sagittarius, yada yada yada. How do we ride the waves?

PAUSE, EXHALE, REPEAT

Writing aka blogging is one choice I make to follow these instructions. Gathering thoughts ( mine, others, the collective,etc) and arranging them into sentences. Choosing images, tags, categories, the whole enchilada. It relaxes me and helps me focus. I highly recommend writing to the uninitiated. Blogging or any creative outlet that allows the real you rise to meet the horizon.

Spent part of my day at the diner with a friend. At first the crowds and noise bothered me. It is an introvert thing. But when our table was ready, I was able to get back in the moment. We got such a great booth, by the window and all the way in the back. The irony here is that on an uncrowded day, I would have requested a particular room. Today we were lucky to just get seated. So imagine my surprise that we got the best booth in the house.

Drinking really good coffee and chatting with a friend was a nice way to spend part of the holiday. The conversation flowed with the coffee and I began to enjoy this crowded space with what seemed like hundreds of other customers.

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After my friend left, I lingered awhile to finish my coffee. I was grooving on the music playing in the background. This diner seems to feature old school sounds from many genres, Rock, soul, pop, blues, jazz, funk. I began to hear the familiar melody of a Grateful Dead song, After careful consideration, I identified Ripple as the tune. Didn’t I just hear that while watching the film Wild this weekend? yup. Wasn’t it also featured by Playing for Change? yup. Wasn’t it also part of the post- concert show on pay per view that I have yet to blog about? yup. Do 3 yups constitute a pattern ? yup.

While I am taking in the soulful sounds, I am thinking about the past few weeks. I have been busy catching up with friends and family and having a wonderful time. The company of others has been healing. My life doesn’t suck right now. hmm…..

I begin to cast my gaze over to a row of pictures across from me as Ripple continues to move along. What do I see but a poster for Casablanca? What are the odds? There is clearly some order to this universe I find myself in, fueled by good coffee and a window view.

Before I grab my purse and head over to the cashier to pay the bill, I remember to

PAUSE, EXHALE, REPEAT

 I plan to carry on with this exercise well into the cooler days, shorter nights, and later months that also end with R. I need more than good coffee to keep these ripples in motion.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

image credits: wikipedia.org, public domain
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