Flash! Bam! Alakazam!

On my morning walk, sunlight dazzling its way through the trees created leafy lace -- mostly ignored, I focus walking the hill fast, getting the most out of my workout. On the way back, stopping suddenly, my friend points excitedly; I see nothing but a little red drive-way marker half buried in dirt-road ditch. With sun warming my shoulders, taking a step back, then sideways; with a catch of breath, I see it: reddish, orange, yellow, light rays bursting through dusty grasses.  My nose catches the early morning scent off the alders, the ripened blackberry bushes are laden-ed with fall fruit and sea salt scents the air. I am being held by this miniature fabric of light -- a piece of the universe working on my behalf.  My friend exclaims, "Oh look, oh feel, I am in love. God just dropped in." Words to an old song* come to mind,

I was walking along, drinking in sunshine,
When out of the orange colored view,
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
I got a look at "You."

This transformation of grass, reflector, eye and heart lands me in a divinity. However, when I am not lined up, light is merely glare off the water, glass, or car. Sometimes irritating, sometimes annoying and quickly dismissed. How many times have I waited it out before even being able to see, let alone feel anything. Yet now in this moment, it is a little like giving birth to a resonance that makes music behind my rib cage (not so poetic but true). Then I let it go into any place inside me or out to do what it needs to do. I hold it until it is mine.

We are the reflector. It's imperative we line up with frequencies that work for us, that call forth our larger selves, our awesomeness, our humbleness. How do I know when I am aligned? I don't but my instincts do. I come alive, my senses respond and always in a perfection not my own. In the most mundane things god winks, the lover drops in, tapping us on the shoulder saying, "Here I am." Flash! Bam! Alakazam!

I was walking along, minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye...
I went into a spin and started to shout,
"I've been hit, this is it, I've been hit!"
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Out of an orange colored, purple-stripped, pretty green poka-dot sky.
Flash! Bam! Alakazam! 
A wonderful You came by.*

* have a listen -- a popular old song, Flash! Bam! Alakazam! written by Willie Delugg
** this writing came out of a recent conversation with a friend

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