At the end of the workout, just as I debate if I should step off the bike now or continue, I hear the instructor go “Last 90 seconds of the class”. With that she plays “This girl is on fire!” as though she has noticed my indecision. I am now glued to my seat wanting to finish the 90 seconds for the song. One minute into the 90 seconds, she goes, “time for jumps” and even though I am on fire, I know it is not enough for the jumps. No, not even the song can help me! So I get off the bike, look at the clock and make a run for the car. Early mornings, even a 2 minute delay can upset my day you know. I do not want that after that endorphin rush. I notice the car in front of me with a fluttering flag. The weather forecast has been a ‘cloudy, rainy day’ ahead. But the breeze that is gently flowing, fluttering he flag, the morning Sun waiting, trying hard to break through the full clouds that are waiting to burst but only offering a drizzle right now – all of it wants me to go home to a hot cup of coffee and a book, curling up on the couch. I don’t know about you, but after the long summer days, the slight change in the color of leaves, the cooler temperatures, the frequent rains are all a welcome change. Yes, even if it means old man winter is on his way! As I step out of the shop, I break into a huge grin. I am short of dancing, really! I am sure my eyes have lit up for I know I feel happy. It is raining! I had walked into that book store to get another copy of…yes, “Jonathan Livingston”. As always I have stepped out with four more books. Walking around the store, I had faced the conundrum of “Should I buy or not?” clutching tightly at the 1912 copy of Rudyard Kipling! I have to be honest; these book stores must stop these specialized/collectors book shelves. After all had I not spent money on books, just two days ago? But now stepping out with my purchase, taking the rain as a sign, I am thrilled I had picked up all the books that I had! As I make a run for my car, settle down and pause to take a breather, I am reminded of another day, another shop not so long ago! As I stood selecting miniature pieces, a lady walks up to me and asks “Do you have a doll house to keep those in?” I am surprised. I hadn’t noticed the woman and I had never thought of a doll house. All I was doing was thinking of Dusshera, a theme, and buying the miniature barn and animals. Call it a feeling but I feel she wants to know more. So I offer an explanation of the festival. She feels encouraged and soon she is sharing her experience with Native Americans, their festivals, her work with them and how connected she felt. After a few minutes of talking, she chooses to let me in on a secret “I have been asked to let go of negative feelings” and pauses almost as if wondering about it. I tell her that I understand and assure her that she could do it; she is thrilled that she has met someone who could relate to her experiences. Teary eyed yet happy, she leaves me to my buying, blowing kisses my way with a “Blessings to you”! As I think of her, I look fondly at my Jonathan Livingston, Illusions ready at home to be mailed. I cannot believe that this is all coming true. It is time to write that letter from the heart, with gratitude for all the blessings.