June 20, 2004
Manifestations
I can't believe it! Another six paragraphs sucked down the Great Pit of Lost Entries. Hit the control button, instead of the caps lock, and whoosh . I was going on about manifestation at the time (myself manifesting weddings) and I lost the whole kit and caboodle . Infuriating. I wrote the labyrinth article at least five times for similar reasons, different computer. That's not all, most upsetting was the discovery that I lost some photos from my camera yesterday. What is it that I am manifesting here? What is the message? What am I missing?
The photos, which I know were there because I looked at them at lunch, and now feel compelled to describe, were of 1.) two cormorants sitting on the pole with their wings spread, and a seagull coming in for a landing. 2.) a very tiny orange butterfly , caught several times with wings spread on magenta clover blossoms-- a series. Oh well, I shall enjoy them in my memory, which has, no doubt, improved the missing pictures considerably, especially the focus. I am grateful that they will not create more clutter my hard disc.
I began the lost entry with a question my hairdresser asked me Friday, which she says I always ask her, "What are you manifesting lately?" And went on to say that weddings are high on my list. There was one at Mohonk last weekend, of which I surreptitiously took pictures, sneaking up on the bride, as I did on Alan Alda, who was also there. (Because of the Quaker good manners that prevail around the place, we all pretended to ignore him.)
Then I went to the beach yesterday, and bumped smack into a wedding in the surf. The bride and bridegroom were barefoot. He wore a white linen, short-sleeved shirt, white pants and a white fedora ; the voluptious blonde bride, an off one shoulder, slinky, white gown and garden hat. Her two teenage sons, blonde beach boys, in pink oxford shirts and white pants were in attendance. Her roofer, who was watching the ceremony next to me on the bluffs, pointed out the sons out to me. Also overheard on the bluffs, "There are alot of cops and lawyers down there" (the groom is a court officer) "Another Mrs. Jones!" and "I never thought he'd do it!" It made me wonder if Mr. J. was really ready to settle down again.
In addition, I have manifested a terrific stuck chi pain on the inside of my right knee. It is a result of forty miles on the bike and "The Stepford Wives" which I will review briefly here. Don't bother. The first one wasn't all that fascinating either. Actually, the beginning credits are a sight to behold. Real fifties TV with housewives in chiffon cocktail dresses demonstrating sleek model appliances pirouetting . My advise: see any other movie in the complex and sneak into "Stepford Wives" afterwards, catch the first five minutes of the nine o'clock show, and leave. Then you can go to sleep in your own bed, rather than in a theater seat .
Here is the point: I think I need to reconsider what I am manifesting and change my focus a bit. I would prefer to think of myself as a person with lofty concerns , but my recent manifestations, though amusing, do not reflect much higher purpose.
Photo note: These are "proof that it really happened" photos, that have documentation rather than aesthetic value. Can you guess which dress is the Vera Wang ?