It's funny how life is synchronistic sometimes and what my attention wavers around. I haven't listened to classical music for years. And I own very very few classical CDs. A few weeks ago, I put my copy of Beethoven's Symphony #9 in the car. I thought it would be nice variety to mix in with my classic rock, ambient, electronica, etc. I didn't even remember what Symphony #9 sounded like, but I knew I liked it, if I owned the CD. So I finally pop it in last weekend. It comes up on the CD changer Monday morning as I'm driving to my apartment in the morning traffic. (Yes, Heather stayed out.) Image my surprise when the second movement started and I immediately recognized it and remembered why I owned the cd. It's the movement that is used in Clockwork Orange. So I'm shifting in bumper to bumper traffic on the 101, 110 and 10 having a serious dose of synchronicity thanks to the universe (especially since I had just left Horrorshow Alex). Unwittingly getting the frying pan smacked on my head again (or was it my ass this time?) Synchronicity is not a coincidence in my life. Neither are coincidences. "Everything happens for a reason, sometimes that reason is yet unknown to man and the universe."
So the past week, I've been driving to work and Beethoven comes on. This morning it was on Malibu Canyon Road. The past few days I've found myself behind very slow large moving vehicles. I've been calm and only slightly irritated. I like to glide around the curves even if I'm in the car. So to get my smooth riding fix, I've peeled off Malibu Canyon and taken Muholland Highway to Kanan Road. This is a great nice short smooth ribbon of pavement with amazing view of these sugerloaf like mountains. I was blasting the choral for symphony # 9 (movement #5 / number nine, number nine, number nine) and pulled off the road at the cross. I was going for a hike in the mountains again - this time before work. Wearing the same flouncy skirt and high heels. (They must ache to get into nature.) I hiked to a flat cement platform that overlooks the Pao de Asucar mountains (a harkening to that big one overlooking Avenida Atlantica in a bay further south and to the east). I spend some time up there, feeling the wind, looking at the view and listening to the birds. I told those mountains, the shrubbery, the wind my desires, my wants and then got back in my car and headed onto work.
That's what living my life with more passion is all about. It's about stopping and talking to the wind. It's about taking the twisty road to work because you know there is a limited time offer on this commute route. It's about spending the night with someone because you may never have the chance again. It's about living in the moment and knowing you can die at any moment. It's about being alive.
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