Thursday, July 25, 2013

Synchronous Banana Eating

I love my life! It is amazing to me the synchronous flow of the harmonic spiritual universe and how we can choose to enter the Wu Wei rhythm of nature or allow a lemony snickett series of existence instead. I rose today later than I wanted but understood my body must have needed it. I left the house to head for Gibbs Campus of St. Petersburg College where I will attend this fall. It is my last semester with SPC and it is a very exciting chapter of my life. I have only been to this campus one time with Mark Stewart for a piano concert that utterly changed both of our lives. I mapquested for directions and left my apartment headed to get my Fall textbooks. I was stopped at a light listening to my music loud as I like it and saw a billboard that said, Where are You Going? The sign was cobalt blue: my favorite color. My eyes flooded with spiritual tears. I KNOW where I am going. I am so excited about this life I lead. I drove on jamming to my music. I arrived at the campus and was looking for signs of where the bookstore might be. I saw the sign and headed in that direction. The first building I saw was the MUSIC CENTER, where Mark and I had gone first semester back for that incredible concert. I was so excited to be on a campus that focused on my favorite subject, music! I parked my truck and decided I was hungry. I had brought a banana with me and decided now was the right time to eat it. Because I was eating it, I took a walk passed the first entrance to the building where the bookstore was located and continued eating my banana. I really loved the campus. It is older than the Clearwater Campus and there were flower everywhere. I finished my banana right in front of the second entrance and decided to go in. As I entered there was (of course) and Yamaha Baby Grand!!!!! I walked through the open area toward the bookstore and entered: business first/play the beautiful piano when finished! I go in, there is a beautiful sister that I really wanted to be the one (of many) to help me. They send me to the back to get my textbooks. In the back is a beautiful brother helping a beautiful sister who also came to get textbooks. I am in line behind her. Someone else, Who I immediately clicked with came to help me get my books. I asked if I was allowed to play the piano. He giggled and answered, "Of course!" I was so excited. I only needed two books for my courses which allowed me a lot of extra money on my book line of credit. So, I got a Great Gatsby shirt, a couple campus shirts, a SPC decal for my truck, the second and third book in the Hunger Games, more ink for my printer, and a really cute little knapsack!!! Go me. Of course, as I arrive at the register the young woman I really wanted to take care of me, took care of me. Sade was invigorating, radiating spiritual energy and we really connected! We talked about poetry, Gandhi, Malcolm, Martin, Life....She wants to start a chapter of Food Not Bombs, I want to help...I gave her my info. We spoke of music, life and how we could change the planet. I was amazed. All because the timing of a banana. I left full of spiritual supercharged energy. I played the piano, left hand still struggling with its nerve disorder to awaken. I played anyway. The guy studying took off his headphones and moved next to the piano, called a friend so he could also listen, thanked me for playing. Rounds of applause. If this is the reception the campus gave me, imagine what is about to happen this semester. On top of the piano was a flyer, "Where are You Going?". It is apparently an SPC logo!!!! Flyer form on top of the baby grand. I had to call Kamahria!!!!! While she and I are on the phone invigorated with spiritual life, she received an email that says "Where are You Going?" Then, I arrive home to blog about all this, and LiFe calls to find out why my afternoon was so amazing! I LOVE MY LIFE!!!!!!!! And this all happened because I listened to the still small voice that said, eat a banana now! The first entrance offers no view of that baby grand. Just saying.

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