I found it when I was walking. And picked it up in my hand. Floating it around so I could take a better look and silently asking it if it wanted to come with me.

Yes. Too big for my pocket, so I walked with it in the open all the way to the house. And when I got inside, the windows without screens were wide open - as I left them. And when I floated off my shoes, the wood slat floor felt soft - like it did this morning. And when I got to the bedroom, I thought you would be there. But I laid on the summer bed in the sunshine anyway.

Staring at the large leafed hanging plant just living, just living in the corner. And I looked over to the altar, which is a clothes dresser, and saw it on the top. It was on the altar and I don't even remember putting it down. I had intended on placing it with ceremony and intention on the altar. But there it is and here I am rolling around on organic cotton sheets.

Sometimes you do things without even knowing it. And sometimes you don't do things without knowing it, too.

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