Every conversation. Every interaction. Every experience has a mirror for me. If we are crossing paths, there is a piece of you in me. Somewhere, I am that same man or woman or child. Somewhere, I have that same wound, that same joy, that same expansion and healing.
Real?
The question that I was thinking about wasn’t the one that came from my mouth. I was expecting to ask a question about the universe and an experience I had about a month ago. Instead, what came from my mouth was “what if I made all of this up (meaning interacting with him)? What if none of this is real?”
Socks
Muddy Legs
Playing
Changing colors
Dryer problems
The whole time I had been blaming the dryer when in fact there was nothing wrong with the dryer at all. I had jumped through hoops trying to get the dryer to function better, only to realize that the dryer was perfectly fine and the issue was that the washer wasn’t doing its part of co-creating clean laundry.
