In many ways I am a simple person. I am blessed to have a toolbox filled with many assorted items, but I am master of none. Sometimes Oftentimes I yearn to manifest excellence. I’m not selling myself short. I have very high standards, and am a perfectionist at that, so the realization of excellence is no small thing. I can say that I am very good at many things, but excellent? Alas, no. (I do have a book that I plan to work through, called How to Do More Great Work, and hopefully it will help propel me, or at least inspire me.)
Where am I going with this? I have no idea.
Oh.
Something I say in my online dating profile is that “I am inspired by good conversation, warmth, sharp wit and an animated spirit. I am thrilled by excellence in any form. I thrive on creativity.”
Recently I’ve been blessed with some amazing conversation that does, in fact, reflect all of those attributes. Warmth. Sharp wit. Animated spirit. And it has been thrilling, to say the least. Inspiring, even. The most marked manifestation happens when conversing via instant messenger chat. Words are flying as fast as the fingers can type. And the curious thing is, when they arrive, often they are the same words (not verbatim, but the same concepts, in each others’ speech style), so the thoughts being expressed have this sweet synchronicity. It’s like a sensation of deja vu, when the words appear on screen. You know that the person on the other side couldn’t possibly have read your words, then formulated and typed a response in so short a time. We are left scratching our heads in wonder and bewilderment. Then I realize I have a silly grin planted firmly on my face.
It’s a very sweet thing, this sense of synchronicity. It’s like looking in the other person’s face and seeing oneself. Knowing that other person sees inside and knows what and who they see. A peaceful feeling descends. A feeling of being home.
That alone is enough to make me think, “pinch me, I must be dreaming, this can’t be real.”
And then.
There is the dimension of touch. A simple touch, the most innocent contact, and warmth emanates where fingers meet face or hand meets shoulder. Eyes close. Peace descends. Tranquility surrounds.
Again, I shake my head, tousle my hair, and think, “pinch me, I must be dreaming, this can’t be real.”
But it is.
It’s real.
I’m awake.
I’m not dreaming.
I am humbled.
And profoundly blessed.
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The saga unfolds. Unexpected, but most truly welcome. What shall the future hold? There has been Gadget. There has been Skills. Now, there is Spock. And hopefully much more to come.
Fascinating is a word I use for the unexpected.
— Spock, “The Squire of Gothos”, stardate 2124.5
