I dreamed one of my cousins moved nearby. She moved here in mourning. This mourning period brought our family together. We made a united front for Belle. We all felt such joy celebrating Belle. Strange dream, especially the mourning aspect, but I took this joy with me into my waking life.
I used the eye shadow and lipstick (a mauve with 'Hope' in the title) Belle handed me and ventured out to a café in another neighbourhood. Belle spied a pastry on a bachelor's table and ate the entire thing. The bachelor turned out to be kid friendly, Greek and very familiar with Candomble, having spent much time in Brazil. While I do not practice Candomble, I still revere The Orishas. This is significant.
Aphrodite (Belle's middle name), the Greek bachelor and I had a wonderful afternoon. He'd shared with me a stock he'd made from bone broth, black beans, spices and a hint of dark chocolate. We drank this dark and savory liquid like espresso. It tasted delicious and soul satisfying, a perfect accompaniment to a highly spiritual conversation.
We all went for a walk around the island later. I found at least twenty pennies in one spot during our walk, all of which I scooped up and kept in my right palm. When a needy man asked me for spare change, I handed him every penny without hesitation. On the way home, I found a cluster of sun-bleached baseball cards. The bachelor asked, "I wonder what you'll find next?" I wonder that too.
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