About ten years ago, in my early twenties, i had found a sense of inner peace and comfort with myself that i hadn't previously known was possible; a concept that had never really occurred to me. I began to realize who i am goes far beyond who the world around me thinks i am, and that cultivating a rich inner landscape was a very personally fulfilling experience. I also began to realize that i had to accept who i really was, and to gauge my inner landscape on my own terms, not the judgements and expectations of the world around me. Essentially, it was time to have clear dialogue with myself.

This process, though at times difficult, was immensely rewarding. It seemed the clearer i got with myself and my own truly authentic self and needs, the more flow i experienced in my life. At that time i was looking for work and did not have an income to speak of and was in need of some new ankle supporting shoes for walking my dog along a stoney beach. In a moment of clear dialogue with myself, i recognized this need without attaching to it positively or negatively, just merely observing the need. For good measure, i through in a creative spark of wanting the shoes to be navy blue.

A couple of days later, upon returning from a community lunch at a sikh temple, my friend suggested we stop at a garage sale and pointed to a sign a little to late for me to turn. I replied we could stop at the next one, and that is just what we did. What happened next was positively enriching to my inner world, yet not something i could share the profoundity of with anyone other than myself. At this, the second garage sale, was a new pair of navy blue, ankle supporting, perfectly fitting shoes that felt like walking on clouds, for a very affordable price of $2 ~ $1 per shoe. On the heels, in holographic silver, was the word 'bliss'; the 'i' dotted with a heart. My heart was celebrating and immensely grateful for this synchronistic find. What happened next felt more miraculous than synchronistic.

The next morning, another friend in our circle and i were admiring art at a local outdoor square. My friend new of my fantastic find the previous day and was happy for me and my small tribulation; her happiness turned to shock as she picked up an information pamphlet on an artist we were admiring. Her mouth agap, glancing at the heel of my shoes, she handed the pamphlet to me. Across the top it read BLISS ~ when stardust falls from your heels. A sense of wonder, shock and amazement flooded both of us; a profound moment enriching my inner landscape was witnessed by another person.