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WHETHER PREDICTIONS REDUX
Thursday Feb. 2, 2017
I’m not concerned whether some far-away rodent sees shadows.
I’m in Calgary where weather and season often change between paragraphs. I’m a writer, I can change seasons in a single sentence – to make wintry nights feel like spring mornings, songbirds preening downy feather coats.
Treading carefully yesterday, silky fresh snow blanket covered ice-treachery; street’s only blemishes – fresh rabbit tracks. Today Gusta and I will watch for groundhogs. Yes, Groundhog Day. Same date, but with a difference this year.
I’m thinking more ‘Ground Hog Day, the movie’. Remember, romantic comedy, bumbling weatherman repeats mistakes – every day, over and over, until he ‘gets it right’, wins the girl’s heart and lives happily ever after. Can we create that kind of fairy-tale?
I’ve done my share of do-overs, blunders, classic mistakes, those ‘what was I thinking?’ moments. If there is a way to get it wrong, to mess-up, I’ve demonstrated many creative ways. But I’m feeling differently this time. Hopeful, expectant, ebullient.
Right place, right person at the right time? The statistical approach. Meeting someone who ‘could work out’? The pessimist approach. Or, prepared to work on mistakes when they happen, over and over until I get it right? The groundhog-day approach. And how can one tell? There is that old cliché, ‘be careful what you wish for’.
I disagree.
Don’t be careful. Wish for it. Don’t be reckless or hasty, but advocate for calling out to the entire universe, from deep inside and start shouting out load to anyone you encounter, to anyone who will listen. Ask for help, ask for cheer-leading anywhere you can get it, every time you can get it. Wish for it, talk about and manifest ‘what you wish for’.
I wish for Aphrodite’s son Cupid to let loose an arrow from his bow, I wish to enjoy a ‘real-life’ romantic comedy, laughter and love well mixed. Like that movie – lots of laughter, requiring many repeated takes of course, to get it right …
If Cupid sees his shadow, or not, can the next six weeks be predicted?
I’ve never been good at predicting future events or consequences – but I’ve found I’m becoming a better student of character and values than I used to be. I’ve found someone who also is attractive to the eye and ear as well as attractive to my mind. And she sees something in me – though I’m not sure exactly what it is. It might make a great movie script …
I’ve been convinced over recent years that the very best things in my life, my best experiences and things of which I am most proud haven’t manifested in a fashion at all like I might have predicted – so I’m not making predications, but I’m holding out hope, I’m hopeful and I’m dreaming a little bit too. My recent plaintiff calls out to the universe have, it appears, been answered. Lucky me. Lucky she.
I’m feeling winter’s ugly back is already broken. Spring IS here – or at least spring in my step, for good fortune has landed here – I’ve met someone new, someone intriguing. I’m exploring what only deserves to be labelled ‘great beginning’ at this place in space and time: GPS coordinates being at intersection of High Hopes Street and Great Expectations Avenue.
Happy.
Groundhog.
Day.
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