Two in a Pair

I was sitting in the courtyard at school, in the Northwest corner. I was smoking with a few friends, when I abruptly look at the ground over my left shoulder. Sitting on top of the dirt was an earring I had misplaced perhaps a month ago. I exclaimed, "Oh my God!" and picked it out of the dirt. I brushed the dirt off and marveled at my discovery. Since noticing it was missing, I was of the conviction that it was surely somewhere in my room. It never occurred to me that it might have been lost at school. Needless to say, I was surprised to see it in the courtyard. However, I am quite happy that the universe was kind enough to return it to me. My ears missed the earrings and the other earring missed its sister.

Third Time is the Charm

Barely a year ago I had been traveling to Prospect Park with one of my spiritual colleagues to romp among the greenery for the afternoon. My companion introduced me to the healer; apparently they had met many times before. The healer remained silent for full duration of his ride, although the girl he was traveling with spoke briefly. They disembarked prior to our stop. My companion explained to me that he is a spiritual healer who can usually be found around Union Square. All one need do to find him is say his name. I wrote his name down in the notebook I carried with me, but did not retain it in my memory for more than a few days. I have since lost track of the notebook, though I know it is somewhere among my many identical notebooks. 

I saw him a second time sometime this past summer getting off a train at Union Square.

This morning I had a brief encounter with the healer on the L train. He boarded at Lorimer and started dancing in place. I recognized him immediately. He is a striking figure, perhaps 6'5", with a playful smile and rosy face, topped with a mop of dirty blond locks. He wore a pair of worn khakis on the back of one leg was painted "Healing is the new black" or something to that effect (I hadn't slept so my memory is failing me now). I tried my hardest not to stare at him though I could not suppress my intrigue. He continued to dance a little bit as we passed under the East River, and manipulated the energy in the air with hand gestures. I recognized what he was doing immediately because the last time I had tripped it was revealed to me that such a thing was not only possible but absurdly simple as well. We shared a smile and respectful nod of the head a few times, then he started talking to me. I removed my headphones, and realized he was asking me a question about the prayer beads I wore around my neck. We spoke briefly of how each bead represents a different sacred mantra, and how it might do subway riders some good to recite them. We shared a laugh. Before he exited at Third Avenue, he pressed his hands together before his sternum and bowed his head in peace and farewell. I return his nod and was left the rest of the day with a feeling of much needed recognition.  

3 more things

#1
I rode the J to Gates Ave tonight. I have a new appreciation for the crowd on the J. Very colorful.

#2
According to the news, there has been a right occurrence of stabbings in the SW'burg area. Watch yourselves. Some of the attackers carry machetes. The Man thinks it might be part of gang initiations.


(#3
I saw a dream walker on the 2 train. He was African, layers and layers of charmed dangling around his neck, playing a drum. Beside him he had a sack full of wood walking sticks, carved with patterns, and one had a skull carved into top of the stick. Just below the skull there was painted a band of red. For one brief moment he looked up from his drums and we exchanged a knowing glance. I can't pinpoint what exactly it was we were both knowing at that moment, but it was perfectly understood.)