My Endless Love
© Colleen Rae, 2011
The day before Valentine’s Day, a man in my dream seems to be giving me the message: WATCH FOR THE SIGNS. I need–as I teach my Shamanistic Creative Writing student–to watch for the “Life as a Fortune Cookie” messages, to pay more attention to the moment, to what’s around me, and spend less time cataloguing because that’s the old me. So I decide to do just that.
Later when I’m doing yoga, I realize that I have had song playing on what I call the Psychic Jukebox. It’s been playing in my head since I woke up–”You’re every breath that I take,” etcetera, etcetera. And it came with the dream that I had, from the man with the curly hair, the tall guy who told me to watch for the signs.
When I finally track it down, I discover it’s called “Endless Love”. I’m enchanted as I listen to the original duet by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross on Youtube.
Then I found a beautiful video made with the song as a backdrop. As I watched, I had a moment of feeling this could as easily be a love song from God.
I played the video again, imagining that’s exactly what it was. It left me feeling something I knew I wanted all those I cared about to feel to. So I sent out this email with the subject line Never forget you’re the Beloved :
Listen and imagine this is a song from the Divine to you–for it is.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Colleen
The day after Valentine’s Day, I had to travel by subway to my partner’s temporary office to pick up a check he needed me to deposit. I’d been so engrossed in my book that I’d gotten off two stops too early.
So I sat and read and in less than five minutes, another train arrived.
I was going to go right over to the theatre to pick up Gerard’s check. I was late, but the ice drew me–”skate first.”
Debating (and being annoyed by the music on the loudspeaker–I prefer quiet skating), I thought, “Ah, he said he’d be in all afternoon . . . ” And uncharacteristically, I succumbed to the siren call of the rink.
I went into the changing area and didn’t even rush as I laced up my skates.
As I came out into the brilliant sunny day, I felt like every part of me zinged with aliveness. I stepped onto the ice and glided forward. And then I heard the music, the lyrics making me feel like a kid who’s just been kissed on her head by someone who loves her dearly:
“You’re every breath that I take.”
Indeed. I stepped on the ice just in time to get the ultimate fortune cookie–those lyrics from “Endless Love” coming over the loudspeakers.
What are the chances that I got off two stops early “by accident”?
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