Ode to the Universe

I am not a very religious person. Sometimes I ask for things, usually addressing a particularly ripe moon or the darkness hanging wise and quiet above my head. I am used to working for everything I have, and the results always taste better. Beforehand I wrote about my missing little cables, then about manifestation. I have many desires, most of them lofty and wild, but I am passionate about photography and really wanted those cords. My fabulous brother in Colorado saw the blog, and sent me one of them to the post office in town, and that in itself is wondrous, attesting to the power of the blog. The package was like an airborne bubble, so light and full. The two postmistresses who I hold very dear, Dale and Daphne laughed when I clawed it open like a beast. This was enough to make my week. The universe had made dessert however...My home here on la isla is tiny 10 x 14', but so is my carbon footprint. Everything has a place, a nook, it is like living in a puzzle. It is a hidden house, a shed-teaux, lovingly built by my husband and me. Attesting that I do not need much in this world, so small that it is a secret. Most people don't know it exists, the entrance is through a section of fence painted like the rest of the fence, a bland grey like ashes. It is like the Labrynth, you have to choose just the right spot to swing open. There is no sign, no handle/doorknob, and nothing that resembles a doorstep. Just a rusty wagon I use to haul things to big to carry. So when Luke and I strolled home from the beach last week and he said "What is that on the wagon? Looks like a phone charger..." my kidneys leapt into my chest. It couldn't be, no one in New York even knew I had a blog, or what specific model camera cord I needed. Yet, there it was, perfectly bundled with a tiny string, sitting on my wagon. A tiny little gift right on my pseudo-doorstep. The perfect fit spooning from my Rebel to my computer. Where did it come from? Who knows, it is a complete engima, but I'd like to thank Conor, and the abundant moon, mango orange lately making shimmering pathways on the Atlantic for anyone who chooses to see them.