i formed a crystal ball in the space between my palms and I stared deeply into the the whirling center of the universe within.
Try it. Hang out a shingle; call the curious and the future impaired to gaze.
I see: The forecast for today is for heart contractions and vicarious, visceral squeezings for the incorrect thoughts of man. Later this week, a new front of optimism is expected as a result of the sun peeking through the clouds today.
You will venture from your blankets and caves and learn to trust again. You will see whole groups of people and activities disappear entirely from your life. You will remember every every thing, but often there will be no need for such memories. You will create new ways of being, new knowing, new ways of talking, colors never seen in this realm before. You will create a world that sits beside the old one. Don’t fear for you can still see the other one and wave hello goodbye hello goodbye, but chances are, the only ones who will see will be the ones running to catch your train. They will appreciate the encouragement, and share their brown-paper lunch along the way. Food will be the first breaking through of our synesthesia; even from that paper bag, the crisp will run into the red running into the sun and rain contained within. You can live the life of the fruit you have grown through a bite. I kid you not.
The intensity of competition becomes foreign, the tongue of a troubled land. The ego daggers look like flying sporks. The race to make it big will be a tale of a culture who went off the tracks, but upon whom we gaze tenderly. We will not abandon the two-year old melting down at the checkout line; we will stand by with love, compassion, and distance. We will gaze out the store’s window at the pattern of the birds circling over the parking lot. We sense a change in the weather before the winds begin to turn along with those birds. We hear the balloons being released into the sky a 1,000 miles away. We hear the helium heads’ thoughts of blue blue blue.
We begin to sense when gatherings are gathering without flyers or emails. We choose the party we will run into on our walk out into no where. We give and receive on a currency of flow, without question. Our lie detectors fall out while we gather acorns for the squirrels we meet – we built teepees for the fairies. They weave us spiderweb shawls and leave them on our doorsteps. Our job title changes so much that we stop printing up business cards and instead we shape shift to fit our mood. You might wake up a rain cloud escaping out the sliding glass doors just in time before leaving a puddle inside. The heart begins to radiate a new language without slow words and whole decades are exchanged with a handshake.
What winds do you sense? Tell me what they smell like. Send your thoughts in a canteen and I shall take a swig.
Life as Improv 
“What winds do you sense? Tell me what they smell like.”
I sense upon the wind some foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
The lover shall not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in peace, the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o’ th’ sear, and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for ’t.
I’m pretty sure the big H was able to see so clearly after his too too solid flesh had melted and resolved into a dew 🙂 If you sold library cards for the databases in thy brain, I would be first in line –
Excellent writing!
Thank you 🙂
My winds are just like yours. The world we live in is entirely up to each of us to shape as we will. Mine’s so pretty. And full of joy. And a deepening compassion as I become more and more aware of old resentments falling away. I love the ways of the Mystery.
Alison ❤
We do share the breezes, don’t we? 🙂 I think the sharing that you do on your blog is very much like my imaginings, here, an open sharing of the journey! xo! m
wonderful ending up
where you are
at what seems like
a different time 🙂
staying still
and yet shifting
ever into every
new stream! 🙂
(such pleasure,
listening to the song of this,
imagining sporks a flyin’…
giggles part of counter beats,
add-ins inspired by happy feet
delighted by this fete
of expressed motion
~resonant
with your stillness.)
with gratitude for your
expression, ~m.
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the counter beats of happy feets syncopates with the swish swish swish and drip drip drop in this orange night of my ears 🙂 xo – you!
Oh dear, my little guy is a bit off 🙂
makes sense to me, dear (long) eared trumpeting companion.
😉
‘ …even from that paper bag, the crisp will run into the red running into the sun and rain contained within..’
Oh how I love how you weave a vision with your words! Crisp/running red/sun/rain..all shifting and intermingling…feels like my weeks of late.
Thank you, as always, for your generous sharing.
Oh what weeks you and Andrea have had. I feel the ripple of the waves even at a distance. Huge heart squeezes to you.
Splendilly-icious, Marga!
So many moments here to savor. This one crawled inside of me to stay for a while, “You can live the life of the fruit you have grown through a bite. I kid you not.” I loved the relationship between creating and needing, the way they come together into a singular movement with this image.
Also this one really moved me, ” The heart begins to radiate a new language without slow words and whole decades are exchanged with a handshake.”
I’m kind of amazed actually by the winds blowing through these days. Your post here is at once unique– said beautifully and as only you could have said it– and also markedly in parallel to two or three others I came across this week. It’s a cool sensation of our being all leaves of a branch, leaning into the same sun…
Example (Did that work?)
Staring into the crystal ball,
Michael
MM – It did work and indeed, I think you are right about a similar breeze – I love to see how each leaf on this branch expresses the wind with its own patterning. And I feel blessed in these collective cool breezes and warm sun rays on my leafy skin! Thank you for pointing me toward this lovely fiesta 🙂
I am walking over to your site to check out what you may be seeing in that crystal ball.
marga
(I was in NYC with my sister-in-law when I was 7 months pregnant with my first child. We went over to her friend’s house, and while having tea, her friend pulled out an enormous crystal ball and proceeded to tell me that I was having a girl who was extremely intelligent. Pretty good odds, at least on the gender part. It wasn’t the forecast that I found interesting, it was that she had such an item on hand and the way she brought it out and shared it with someone she had just met that filled me with the joy of all possibilities in every moment. Her husband worked on Wall Street:) She said she could also see things in clear glasses of water. OH fun! What a playtime this life can be 🙂 thanks for letting me time travel a bit today.)
Whole decades in my heart , Marga …I sometimes dream of crystal balls …your writings are so very beautiful and I am grateful to be included in the “wonder” of this love xxx …love , meg
Oh how wonderful, meg! I would love to dream of a crystal ball and have that dimension sprinkle magic dust on my seemingly linear days! xo! marga