Accidents

Backing into a car, spilling things we never thought we would, saying something that just comes out of our mouths without thinking, breaking a vase, the scratches, the dings, the red socks in a load of white dresses... these should be taken as a ping from the universe, a silly jest that sweetly says "aaaah buddy, just be a bit more conscious. Take a breath, become aware of your surroundings.” And then a lot of a time, it’s just like sh** happens, simple as that. The key is to let it go

with a laugh and a learning lesson. Ease to the pease. Hakuna Matata brother.

And then there are the kind of accidents that are a sweet

present from the universe, the unexpected treats... smashing into an unexpected stranger who turns out to be a bright light and kindred spirit along the path. Those are my favorites. Those are the ones I like to hold on to as long as possible until it's time to let go, or wrap up in it forevermore.

Today I focus on the exquisite accidents.

A big one happened at the break of dawn. In a cathedral of dance. A kindred spirit appeared in front of me, his eyes glimmering like an amber jewel, the kind a dragon keeps by their beside table of treasures. He had hair of fabled warriors, blowing in the breezes. This accident I boldly came up to and saw if I was his accident to...

Yep! 

We proceeded to skip through trees of eucalyptus in the morning dew. We spoke of our life mission, of love, bravery, decoding the matrix, and forging through darkness with Angels Wings. 

We spoke of gratitude, the power of embraces from friends and strangers alike. of giving. of receiving. of pushing the boundaries of our spirits and bodies to greater heights. of UFOs and mysty clouds. of animals

and mystical creatures. we danced and oh boy did we laugh.

Continuing on we found ourselves being serenaded by lyrics of

hope and connection amongst transluscent posters with

phrases engraved that inspire unity.

We twirled through the ever present cloud that teleported us on a graceful street back to the eyes.

I knew these eyes were both wise and childlike. The best combination.

We braided each others hair, weaving ribbons of good luck into

every strand.

We said farewell. 

A perfect accident. 

Would I see this hilarious hommie again? I wondered.

Did it matter? was it an illusion of the kinded kind?

would I dream him again? would I meet him on another plane?

Or was it one of those accidents that was a cherished gift I'd put

into my souls DNA and keep it by my bedtime table?

Who's to say. 

All that I'll say is that I'll continue to be Bold when I see another divine accident. 

For if I had been shy and kept the

nerves overtake me, well none of this would have happend.

It is said that "Fortune favors the Bold"

And by God, am I fortunate