On our morning walk to the lake Sasha and I marvel at a translucent spider web, no spider in sight, sparkling with dew - such a beautiful, functional demonstration of work and survival. At the lake we greet our new Filipino neighbor preparing to go fishing. We tell him about the man we saw catch "the big one". The width between my hands as I show him how big matches the stretch of our smiles as we share. I ask him what he is using for bait as he pet's Sasha's fluffy white hair and Sasha sniffs his toes and his flip flops.
"A few lures." he replies.
Without any idea what his lures are, I launch into a litany of food items I heard other fishermen there by the side of the lake say they use for bait. For some reason I always ask the fishermen about their bait.
"One man said he used cheese, bread," I say.
He shakes his head and smiles, even laughs at the notion of putting cheese on a hook.
“Just some lures." he says again and walks down to the water.
"Maybe some worms?" I yell after him tossing around the taste of the word lures in my mouth and feeling the hidden meaning in his words.
"Maybe, yes" he says his maybe meeting mine connecting our communication beyond our words. We both smile again and he happily bounds down the hill, his three fishing poles and lures in hand.
Sasha and keep walking and I wave at an oncoming Mercedes truck, actually we wave at everyone. (I can't seem to help my arm from saluting every passerby, workmen, deliverymen, neighbors - all get a wave and a smile from me and Sasha.) Sister Calla, the local natural hairdresser emerges from the truck for her morning walk. In divine order I remove my hat to expose my soft cotton hair and she gives me a look and an immediate consultation. This is the third time (the charm) we have met this way, the third time I have removed my hat as if to bow before her knowledge of what to do with hair that is like cotton. Both of us know that beauty is an inside job. Both of us feel serendipity visit the moment and that it is time for an appointment between us for hair and for yoga. We part with smiles and new agreement.
Up the hill and down the hill Sasha and I walk on, only meet Calla again at the corner reinforcing our agreement, sealing our appointment to meet again next week. Back at home I read the unity daily word that says Awakening and the Blue Mountain Meditation Center thought for the day which teaches about Prajna.
I am lured to awaken to prajna this morning by sunlight, spider webs, a fisherman a sister to weave light into my hair.