Pandora, the impetus of adventure

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Sometimes I get the feeling like there's a little Pandora lurking in my life. Just waiting, every so often, to unleash some chaos. Nothing evil or deadly or dangerous. Just more and more things to do...until I feel like I'm going to fall over from the weight of my to-do lists. Times like these have been known to drain my creativity and balance.

So I did what anyone would. I decided to go on an adventure, all alone.

I visited a crystal store, touching rose quartz and red tiger's eye and chipped pieces of peridot. I watched several hip hop dancers practice a routine in front of a Chinese buffet. I spoke with a stranger about what customers want in meaningful jewelry. I was invited to a sacred ritual occurring in three moon's time.

I sat near the public transit waiting areas, observing the strange folk that those places seem to attract. The middle aged couple making out by the up escalator. The two elderly ladies, giggling, because one had kissed the other and left a red lip stain on her cheek. And the angry old man, yelling at me to smile because life is beautiful.

I visited a witch store, painted black with low lighting. Jars and jars filled with herbs lined the the back wall while bottles of essential oils and potions adorned another. It felt thick in there. I left with a small vial of jasmine oil. It reminds me of the balmy nights of my childhood.

I visited a temple and sat under a tree in the garden. I prayed.

I ended my adventure with a root beer float down the street. It was so refreshing that I felt like I had been waiting my whole life to drink that beverage.

There is so much happening all around us. There is so much magic and romance and mystery and weirdness out there. All one needs to do is reach in order to receive inspiration, some sanity, a story. I know what I'm doing now. Pandora can close her jar of chaos once again.

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-Blessings-