I’m back from my first session in the non-degree program in non-duality in psych, religion, and science. It was wonderful to be back at Pacifica and the weekend gave me the final bit of glue for my thesis and a much-needed correction about relating to myself. I’m really glad to be doing the program. This weekend, I also picked up Rick Tarnas’ new book. The one I’ve been eagerly waiting for for a year or so. And it does not disappoint. I’m salivating over it. It basically gives objective evidence of the interconnectedness of the human psyche, cultural/historical evolution, and cosmic events. And it articulates, in a much more thorough and elegant way, a lot of the stuff I’ve put into my thesis.
And now my sabbatical is over and I’m back at work. First day back. I’m so not excited to be here. I’ve been throwing out papers and wall decorations that I suddenly have decided I don’t need or want anymore.
This morning, I had a dream in which I got in my car for the first time in a while and I pressed the gas and the thing went zooming in reverse so fast that blocks on my childhood street (where I lived from 8 to 17) went whizzing by. The brakes worked but the momentum was too powerful to stop it. I was scared but not terrified. Finally, the car stopped. I think I hit a curve and somehow guided it off the road so no one got hurt. Or maybe I just got lucky. But then, in the dream, there was one thing after another that was just off. More car problems. I think a non-essential piece of it just fell off. And then my boyfriend and I take it to the shop to get it fixed and somehow my car was already on the list to get fixed. Number 3, way ahead of other people who signed in before me. It was really odd and the garage guy thought so too and gave me a look as if I should know more about this than I do.
Anyway, now I’m at work for the first time in 5 weeks, and I went to the kitchen to wash my tea cup–the cup from which I’ve been drinking every work day for the last 7 years, it has Carnegie Hall etched in it and I bought it as a momento of the time I got to sing on stage there–and the thing slipped out of my soapy hand and cracked in half.
Do I smell synchronicity?