Pocket Full Of stars
/This Letter To Future Self was written on July 5, 2016 to be read on January 27, 2017. For "Letters To Future Self," I pick a date, check my calendar to see what is scheduled, and then write a letter storing it in the reminder system on Evernote to be read on the selected date. I do not look at the letter again until the "arrival" date.
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A cool morning wind brings welcome relief to the summer heat of Sacramento where I tap out this letter in anticipation that my future eyes will shine. Two seasons from now, when the heart has tilted and the earth has traveled half way around the sun, a window opens where we can see each other across the way, as if a great magician has frozen these twin moments for comparison. What we notice is not the change of time nor the weather of the world; not the circumstances of our lives nor the aging of face and form. We see the aura around us and how the colors of our spirit create the ambience in which we live and breathe.
This is our chance to notice how we bear our flame, the precious life force for which we are guardians, and how we care for the one Self we share, that mythic presence that spans the months between us and that strings our past and future memories into a single fabric. This is our chance to pass notes under the table, to send a secret SMS, and to break the rules, with quiet sly smiles, by reading behind the back of those with probing eyes. This is our fortune cookie moment when we shift our mood to welcome the treasured message. We each crack open the the folded shell of space and time. We pull out the little slip of white paper as if it is an ancient scroll and read:
Cookie on July 6: Bow before beauty, the queen who has your heart in her hands, and she will grant you life.
Cookie on January 27: The new moon opens your night sky to shooting stars and heart-felt wishes; cup your hands to catch the ones that fall for you.
How do you bear your flame, the precious gift of life for which you are guardian?
Imagine you are cracking open a fortune cookie right now: what is your fortune for today?
Lines from Perry Como:
Catch a falling star
and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star
and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
For love may come
and tap you on the shoulder
some starless night
Just in case you feel
you want to hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
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