What a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging and the inevitable looming charmingly close. The future vista of her life seemed an unending succession of scenes like this: under moonlight and pale starlight, and in the backs of warm limousines and in low cosy roadsters stopped under sheltering trees-only the boy might change, and this one was so nice.
What possibilities exist here? What is presenting itself to me IN THIS MOMENT that I can use? In a very real sense, it's meditation in motion, the practical application of an esoteric practice. And it relies on the acceptance of serendipity. Serendipity, the effect of accidentally discovering something fortunate