"Effortless"

In a dream one night, I met a skinny little man with a few bright beads in his long, stringy, grey hair, sitting cross legged on the top of an old defunct washing machine in our back yard.

I noticed in the sky above my house there were hundreds of people making patterns, holding onto each other like synchronized swimmers sometimes do.

I tried to fly up to join them but I couldn’t get off the ground.  The little old man said, “You are trying too hard.  Just imagine you are there, and you will be.  It is effortless.”

I followed his advice.  I imagined I was up there with them, in their beautifully colorful clothes, and I was there.  I felt so free!  I had the power, I just didn’t know it.