Some of us think Summer is the time to slack off.
Not me. Nope. I sat down last week and made a To Do list for Summer 2011. Which is not as grubbily time-management-obsessed as it sounds.
I made a list of the things I want to remember to do this Summer, as I tend to get caught up in side projects and trivial tantrums. The Number One thing on my list is, I want to remember to start my day with this one request of the Universe:
Please let me see what you are trying to show me.
And, if that’s too big a notion, then please, just let me pay attention. This Summer I want to see things that I might otherwise overlook, being so busy and in a hurry and all. All I want of the Summer of 2011 is 90 days of the best scavenger hunt I’ve ever had.
Is that too much to ask?
On Saturday I sent my request to the Universe and I took a walk. I found myself in a small woods, walking under enormous shade trees. It was 87 degrees and sunny. I was a bit tired and achy (hung over from serious dental work the day before which I don’t want to get into it as it was gruesome and I was not brave). And I was getting a little ansty, in that my expectations for some wonderful huge answer to my request of the Universe was not materializing. (I admit it: if I go to all the trouble of remembering to ask the Universe to show me its grand design, I expect a burning bush, or a shower of gold, or a little message from DoG, and I expect it ASAP.)
So, I down-graded my sense of entitlement and I sent the brain wave out: OK, please just let me see something that I might otherwise overlook.
As soon as the words evaporated from my busy brain, I froze in mid-step. Do you see it? Down there with last Fall’s old leaves, weathered by all of last Winter’s blizzards?
OK, I get it, Universe. You’re telling me to hold my horses. Start small.
And if this is all I got out of the day, that would have been enough. But wait, there’s more.
(BTW, Does anybody know what kind of moth this is from? Deborah?)
So I trotted home to lunch, and took a trek into the village to check out the Junior League Thrift Shop. I haven’t been there since last Fall and I was in the mood to discover something great. You never know. There might be an unnoticed Dior or St. Laurent hanging here.
But I can’t resist old LPs. I have a weakness for great album cover art of the 40s, 50s, and 60s.
(That’s a mobile hanging from the ceiling, made of one 45, one 75, and one 33 RPM piece of plastic. Cool, huh? )
And I think I discovered here the Most Boring Album Cover in the World:
Some Big Band recorded a live album in Puerto Rico in the 1950s. LPs cost 25 cents each…I actually debated about whether or not I should buy this. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes. (I didn’t buy it. Now I have non-buyers regret. )
I loved these chairs, though, but I didn’t buy them either.
I almost didn’t go look at the books because I just cleaned out hundreds of books from my bookcases in January and I’ve been hauling piles of books to the library’s second hand book shop for months and lordy, I Do Not Need More Books.
Especially a book that looks a dull as this one:
My first impression of this book, judging it by its cover, was that this was an old guide book from the early 1980s to some Eastern European country. It looks totally un-enticing and I would have let it remain in the Bargain Bin of 20 cent hardback books…but I noticed that there was a little Union Jack flag on the bottom corner with an English translation of the title.
The title of this book is: A Dream Journey Through Sweden.
Now, I don’t have any outstanding interest in Sweden (it’s the dudes who love Sweden, the same way they drool over Brazil, Denmark, Thailand, and the Ukraine) but I do have an interest in any language that has a single word devoted to the concept of A Dream Journey. And in Swedish, it is:
Good to know.
So I picked up the book and flipped through it. And a card fell out.
(BTW, that’s a European butterfly hovering over that weird green cake, called a Peacock, le Paon-du-jour (Peacock of the Day) in French. Now that you know it’s name, you’ll see it in a lot of it in European art.)
It’s been a long time since something spiffy fell out of a book for me. And a Swedish Birthday Card is what I call a JACKPOT.
Thank you, Universe; Thank you.
Now it’s your turn, to go out there and see something today.