We are people of good timing, aren’t we?
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My mom and I went to the sports store around Christmas. I needed new running shoes, and she was buying clothes. I saw an orange pair of Mizuno’s, a color I normally wouldn’t get because its impossible to match, but I wanted them. I got em and wandered around until my mom found me and we went to check out. When we got there, we realized we had both independently picked out the same pair of shoes. “What are we, orange girls now?” I laughed. I really liked them but didn’t wear them because they weren’t as comfortable as my blue Brooks.

But when I was back home recovering from surgery, those were the only gym shoes I had in Fremont so I started wearing them every day. They kind of drove me crazy because in secret, I loved the color but they weren’t comfortable and they didn’t match anything. But I wore them every day. And then one night. The strangest conversation. It was the kind of conversation you look back on and see that it was the one that opened things. He didn’t see me as a squirrel. He suddenly blurted out that I was a rabbit! And I remember standing there thinking, where the hell did that come from.

Whoa. The Orange Girl. No wonder I was so adamant about waiting until March to read it I even hid it from myself until I got back earlier this month. Just started it last night, with the ocean storming like an inconsolable beast outside, the wind and rain pelting and howling outside my window, making the entire room shudder. It seems to be a book about synchronicity and magic, coming at a time when the world around me has again begun to synchronize and connect in more than coincidental ways. I thought March/April would be a portal. I’m starting to strongly believe.
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