Granted –– it’s less of a statement than a tattoo, but I have been contemplating whether or not I should get a vanity plate when I complete all the car registration stuff for my new wheels.
It seems –– like many good and bad things in life –– both self-indulgent and sorta fun.
My day [which began at 5:30 am, with a 6:30 yoga client, a 9:00 Bikram (2/3) class, an 11:00 yoga client, and a 12:30 creative client] concluded its scheduled agenda with a 3pm appointment at the DMV in Novato –– 45 minutes from San Francisco.
The drive was blissful and the experience about 1000 times easier than a typically crowded and stressful urban DMV. Even the weather was spectacularly sunnier.
But what was truly MIRACULOUS was that I jokingly asked the clerk to select a great license plate for me, and she pulled randomly the first from the stack of envelopes of plates and … VOILA: there it was ––
Flanked by one number and followed by 3 more, the word “WON” dominates my license plate.
I truly felt it was an amazing sign from the universe, particularly because it’s in the PAST TENSE.
As Abraham says, “It’s already done.”
I find this extremely helpful/necessary to remember as my projects that I’ve been working on for years are now being presented for a larger audience. On a vibrational level, it is fully accomplished; I just have to aligned with that serene level of awareness.
Nonetheless, I still enjoy a bit of the drama and I can’t stop thinking about that old fantastic warhorse, NESSUN DORMA.
Nothing is better than Pavarotti singing Puccini at the height of his powers, most amazingly the ringing High B and sustained A at the end on the three amazing repetitions of the last word: “Vincerò” (“I will win.”) It’s a guaranteed standing ovation, each and every time.
(And as an added treat, in this recording, someone from the audience shouts out “Good Luck!” — or maybe “Dorma” ie, requesting the aria that’s about to happen –– right before he starts, and he and Zubin Mehta simply smile and shrug.
Pavarotti doesn’t need luck. His singing is ridiculously good, seemingly as natural as speaking for him. It offers itself as both utterly effortless and massively powerful all at once.
Vincerò? He’s already won.
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