The Perfect Meeting

Somehow I missed yesterday's meeting for NY Indie Publishers. I went to the McNally-R. bookstore where it was to be held but was told there wasn't a meeting.

Every rare once in a while (hope it gets more frequent) I get a strong feeling about something beforehand. Before this meeting I knew two things (no idea how I did), I was supposed to go and I wasn't supposed to go. So I was curious, I went.

This is what I found there... it doesn't matter to where you get (the most beautiful private beach or a grimy subway platform). It doesn't matter if there is or not a payoff for being there, just having followed your intuition makes it a wonderful place to be. This is Frost's Road Less Traveled, to me.

I sat down and listened to a couple of poets at the poetry reading which took place when my meeting was supposed to happen, then walked around the bookstore. Nice enough place.

Perhaps there was a payoff though. Found a book that I might not have found in Barnes and Noble. Framed by my mindset, it took more significance. In a future post, I may talk of the book. For now let me say this, it feels good to be intuitively connected to the greater world and that matters most. Yet, sometimes the book you find at the end of the process is more than just a book.

Perhaps we need to count the importance of things differently (it can be the smallest shift). Then we might recognize the path that is laid out especially for us, notice the giant's beanstalk we were overlooking, climb our own personal Jacob's ladder. (OK, lol, am I just kind of blabbing this last, unedited-out paragraph most only because I want an excuse to include this wonderful picture?)

And dear reader, trying to notice you intuitive feelings just once today is worth more than studying 100 books on it.

Right now, what do you notice within? Listen. What you notice is often less important than that you took notice.

Credits - photo of natural ladder from sitting rock on flickr (he interestingly calls it Guide); Mendocino beach photo from Rita Crane on flickr; selecting a book photo from Roberdan on Flickr.

My Son's Last Tooth-Fairy Letter

Hello My Dear Sage,

I see through the window when you are not looking, when you are sleeping, when you are practicing music, when you are looking at the tv or computer.


And sometimes I pretend to be a bug or a window-ledge bird so I can take a longer look. (Oh, don’t worry, if the me-bug gets squashed, I don’t get hurt – it doesn’t work that way)...

When I look, I see a happy boy whose father is trying to make into a hard working person. Well, try to be both.

I have retired but you also are retiring childhood and this is the last time I will be leaving you with a letter and a gift and yet, I will think of you from time to time and visit you unawares between the stuff I do that retired people and tooth fairies do.

I have never shown a picture of myself to anyone but as I am leaving, I will give you the only one. (I took it myself, so, sorry I aimed a little low. Well, perhaps that is best anyway)...

I have seen quite a lot of things in my journeys, but you have been my very favorite client, child, friend-though-we-have-never-met.

There were these identical twins in Idaho (or was it Wisconsin?) whose mother could finally tell apart when they lost different teeth, this one spelled “L,” look closely...


(P.S. and her name is actually Lauren which, you know, begins with “L.”)

One nice and rather strange boy wanted to grow up to be a tooth fairy and asked to be apprencticed...














I saved this letter that I especially liked...

One girl’s mom made this for me. Her dad had died earlier in the year. I found it under her pillow with a letter the little girl wrote. In the letter she asked if I would marry her mom to make her mom happy...


Another girl asked for two gifts when her goat lost a tooth the same week as she did...

I got the idea for this photo-letter when I saw your dad late at nite working with photos. I guess we learn to be funny when we are around funny people, nice when we are around nice people?

I know your dad wasn’t going to reserve your Halo 3 on time so I did for you as a farewell. Remember me sometimes. The receipt is below this screen, I paid for it under your dad’s name at the 83rd Street Gamestop.

Enjoy it (but don’t forget to eat and sleep) lol!

You are quite a sage already, little one,
Dusky

Credits: photo of boy in blue cap from starfire on flickr, many credits to yet be given.