Walking the thoughts
Thalia closed her eyes and imagined a Parisian sidewalk cafe. Napkin resting across the hemline of her taffeta skirt, she sipped espresso and took delicate bites of pain au chocolat.
Nią sighed. “Don’t hold your breath Tal. We won’t be gazing at the Eiffel Tower in person anytime soon. Typist doesn’t even have a current passport.”
“Aaack!” Cal squeaked. “She has no hair… or eyebrows! We can’t get our photo taken for an official document now.”
Thalia bit into a piece of toast and licked a melty smear of peanut butter from her fingers. Nodding at Nia she said, “Cal makes a good point. Aren’t passports good for — like ten years? Let’s wait until the hair grows back, okay?”
Words from Typist:
It’s amazing what one can learn when listening and reflecting on the thoughts of another!
A friend recently told me he recognized that some of his actions (non-actions?) are out of step with his desires for his future. If I want to do X, I need to start doing Y.
Hmmmm… I thought.
I’d love to travel more in the USA and abroad.
I don’t have a passport.
If energy follows intention like the sign in my kitchen says… perhaps I should make moves that are in the direction of my dreams ?
In all fairness, I’m supposed to be in NYC — right now. But when c showed up, the trip was placed in an another-day-file. It’ll happen. I just need to finish vanquishing the invader first.
Now I’m wondering where else my intentions and actions are out of alignment…
I’ve been enjoying watching Emily Cooper navigate a Parisian adventure. Emily in Paris is light and showcases great scenery, food, and fashion. While I watch, I’m focusing on Emily’s embrace of what’s possible. It seems there is no calamity the young woman can’t overcome and turn into a positive. Oui!