Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Splendor Among the Cherries
A friend of mine calls it "mojo" - the way in which a certain energy swirls around a group of ten of us, creating magic every time we come together. It doesn't have to be all of us together to make mojo - even a confluence of two or three, such as what I am now experiencing - makes magic.
Yesterday was a splendid day during which the weather gods smiled on us as walked around. We danced among the cherries around the Tidal Basin where there were NOT too many people, even though the cherries were fully popped. "Frothy" is the adjective one of my gypsy sisters used to describe the trees.
After the glorious walk we invoked the Goddess of Princess Parking (also introduced by one of my sisters) in order to find three seats at the Matchbox bar. Our first round was bought for us (unbeknownst to us) by two of our far-flung gypsy sisters who somehow knew we would be there.
Gypsy mojo is a real thing. I believe in it! L'chaim.