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Dearest Phoenix on the WEb,

Ok, what is the deal?  On my way home from work today, I took the long way home, a scenic route through the mountains so I could feel the elevated air, see the leaves beginning to change and feel some change inside me in response.  And, I did. I had the sunroof open, the windows open and I looked down at your sweet face on my dashboard and remembered you so dearly: how it felt as a "We" together that is most unique, the energy that was exchanged, the settled joy of us, the love that was you and I.  All of that was gently and powerfully blowing around and through me as I sped along.

Then, the blue lights and I am pulled over for speeding.  I can hardly believe it; I mean how could this happen tangentially to being in such a state of connection and peace with you.  Aren't these bonds supposed to be practical? preventative of anything bad happening?  Where was your influence here?  Why a speeding ticket when feeling you and your presence?  Really. Why?

While I waited for the verdict of how much I would be charged for speeding (I really did believe you could influence this), I calmed myself down again by swimming through more connection with you as I looked at the photograph.  I remembered the times when I wanted to take you for a walk with your backpack on and you did not want that.  You would leap off the porch and into the yard barking at me to come chase you, daring me to.  I would grow more and more impatient but/and you would always make me laugh because of your persistent rascal-like playfullness.  I would try to be serious and say: "Phoenix, I am serious, come here. Hurry up!"  And you would trot towards me only to leap again into the air off the porch just out of my reach!

So, there I was languishing in those memories when the officer returned to tell me that my ticket would not be reduced because my speed far exceeded the limit.  I was bereft, how could you not affect change in this situation, pull some strings, make something wuwu happen to reduce this ticket that I got because I was communing with YOU!  Then I heard it: "Ma'am you were speeding 22 miles/hr over the limit."  Oh, there it is.  22.  Two twos.  Sigh.  Ok,  Phoenix, there you went again, leaping off the porch laughing at me like you do.  Ok, I accept, I was speeding. I'll pay the fine and slow down.  But, you owe me 100 bucks.

I love you, Phoenix.  We are a match forever.
Yours,
Me
PS....When I went to locate this photo above that is the one I keep in my car, I had to search thru all my photos by date in my file folder on line. There are thousands and I had no idea what date it was.  After looking at three other random dates, I found this one.  The date?  3/22/08  Yes, 22.  Ha, ha.