I can’t make it up.
There I was.
Standing on the corner of sunset.
Minding my business.
Better than that even - enjoying my business.
Dancing in the sunlight like a 7 year old girl at her birthday party. Innocent. Happy. Pure. Joyous. Free.
Hand in hand with my creator. Twirling around, the breeze catching my proverbial party dresss.
Music on. Volume high.
And then you appear.
In a fancy car the size of your ego.
You offer me a ride. Stunned, I accept.
Wait. Universe, what is this? A test? A sign? A lesson? An example?
And so I go. Climb into your big black shiny ego.
Hello anxiety, old friend. I’m good, YOU?
“I’d recognize you anywhere, even in that weird hat”
*breathe and ignore that. Your hat is the bomb*
I don’t know what to say. The hug lingered too long, your finger tips pressed into my back with too much emphasis and passion. My brain says NO my heart says PLEASE.
Heart cooks brain.
But wait. Where’s my creator? Weren’t we just dancing in the sunshine? Where’d you go? COME BACK PLEASE.
I NEED YOU.
get out of the ego. Don’t mention seeing him again. Move. Hand on the latch of the door. Slam it shut.
Don’t. Look. Back.
Sigh. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
Release. Confusion. Release.
Find the love again. Flex the muscle of prayer, you’ve been working out. It’s stronger than you thought.
And then I hear it.
“I’ve got you, my child. You’re safe. I love you” - the universe.
