Monday, April 2, 2012

And now a message from Eric Clapton.

I’m trying to see if a pattern is emerging here – as I get ready to head to Ontario to visit my family over Easter, I find myself down to zero hour with tons to do before I go.  Is it that I’m using this deadline as a way to finish off those things that I’ve been putting on the back burner (like taxes, and, oh yes, did I mention taxes?) or do I just see this as such a complete and welcome change from my normally high-energy schedule that I just want to make a clean break with nothing left undone? Not sure, but what I do know is that this pre-trip time is often accompanied by very strange dreams.

Last night I had a visit from Eric Clapton.  He was wearing red nail polish (it was chipped) and playing his guitar while I sang a duet with him. At the end of our song, he whispered to me, “Here, hold my hand while people are clapping for us. You know how people love to see people in love.” Now granted, Freud could have a hay day with this one, but I just woke up with such a sense of knowing that love is around me.  And I believe it will appear not in a way I have imagined.

In the past when I have visualized who it was that I was about to fall in love with (you know, the future ex), I would picture the person in all his physical and mental glory.  I was more interested in what he would look and sound like so I could recognize him when he appeared. What he “felt” like wasn’t even in my lexicon.  Well, not only did I feel a tad superficial, but I also was limiting my options, wasn’t I? 

Well after last night’s little tryst with Slow Hand, I realized that I needed to tweak my envisioning process.  Now, instead of mocking up tall, dark, handsome, smart, honest, talented, strong, alpha, and young at heart, with a sense of adventure, I am imagining what I’ll feel like when “it” happens.  I’m going to get out of my own way and let things unfold as they will.

Now don’t get me wrong.  I’m not holding my breath for Eric Clapton to show up, but the next guy who walks into my life and makes me feel like I did when Eric whispered in my ear, it will be game over.  And I won’t care if his nail polish is chipped.

Gotta run, got a gig, then, got a plane to catch.  Yep.  Busy right up ‘til the last second!

Branded by love-liness.

Buns xo

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