Miracles will happen as we trip

I was supposed to go to the gym tonight but I am blogging instead. And I washed Truck, which probably burned, like, five calories, so I can go ahead and enjoy that stick of gum or glass of Crystal Light now. Woo.

Betchya didn't think you'd see me back here, huh?

I hung up the phone this afternoon at my desk, shook my head and asked whoever would answer me (there were two possible persons beside myself), "is it a full moon today?" It was the only explanation I had for the odd conversation I'd just had.

I recalled to my mind's eye the vision of the very round, very bright white orb in the sky at seven o'clock this morning, while thinking to myself, it's going to be a crazy one today.

In the window from which I was observing the lunar awesomeness I have hung a snowflake mobile, of sorts. It was on sale in January at Hallmark for some ridiculously low price (six bucks comes to mind).

No lights

It's solar powered, so it lights up blue when the sun goes down. Or rather, it is supposed to light up. I tested it in the store by covering the solar sensor with my hand, and it worked. But when I hung it in my window and waited for nightfall, it did not glow. I thought that perhaps this was due to a bright street light or the background light of the kitchen and decided I'd reposition it later.

I decided today that the mobile is not faulty or hyper photo-sensitive, but enchanted, which is my more optimistic way of saying, haunted. Not long after I put it up I caught it moving on its own, although I can't totally rule out that the passing by of a large truck didn't transfer some vibrations. More recently I would notice it light up at random moments for short periods of time, as it did this morning. I went to the closet to grab my coat, notice the full moon and the thing was dim. I went to the table to pick up my keys and the thing was lit. I turned away and then looked back and it was off again. No vibrations, no knocking it with my klutziness, no change in light. Just enchanting, really. (I'm really focusing on that word at the moment because something just fell off the counter in my kitchen and made me jump out of my skin.)

Lit up, with the lights off

Today on the way back from coffee break I noticed a book left in one of the free newspaper stands. The title made it irresistible for me to pick up: The Ghost In Love.

The book looked well loved, so I first worried that it belonged to some poor student or patient who dropped it accidentally. But there is no bookmark in it, so I think it was just rejected. I'm sure it is a stinker, but the description on the back cover still has me curious.

Welcome to the luminous and marvelously inventive world of The Ghost in Love. A man falls in the snow, hits his head on a curb, and dies. But something strange occurs: the man doesn’t die, and the ghost that’s been sent to take his soul to the afterlife is flabbergasted. Going immediately to its boss, the ghost asks, what should I do now? The boss says, we don’t know how this happened but we’re working on it. We want you to stay with this man to help us figure out what’s going on.

The ghost agrees unhappily; it is a ghost, not a nursemaid. But a funny thing happens—the ghost falls madly in love with the man’s girlfriend, and things naturally get complicated. Soon afterward, the man discovers he did not die when he was “supposed” to because for the first time in their history, human beings have decided to take their fates back from the gods. It’s a wonderful change, but one that comes at a price.  

The Ghost in Love is about what happens to us when we discover that we have become the masters of our own fate. No excuses, no outside forces or gods to blame—the responsibility is all our own. It’s also about love, ghosts that happen to be gourmet cooks, talking dogs, and picnicking in the rain with yourself at twenty different ages. 

Crazy.

A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on a breaking wall
I see you my friend, and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip

But we're never gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless
We are a little crazy


--Crazy by Seal