11.11.11.

Numerology has weirdly become a recurring theme here. SO.



I can't help loving today's date, I already had a problem with always seeing 11:11 (I could be a lightworker) but it's been getting worse since a friend got into numerology in Byron Bay (it spreads like a disease). I also heard on the internet that 11-11-11 is the cosmic birth date of humanities prayer for liberation from the rote, mundane, and monotonous. Magnificent.

I hope you look at this at 11:11 today. I hope it makes you feel a little bit like we are connected like a whole endless row of equal ones going on forever. You've probably stopped reading by now, I don't blame you. Or, you could be in Byron Bay being blown away by the Boredoms and their 111 Drummers (the Japanese experimental legends will again be celebrating the beauty of palindromic/symmetric dates by putting together a massive drum circle in Byron Bay on the 11/11/11) but HUSH, if you told me that I'd be jealous, and jealousy seems misplaced when we are talking about liberation, interconnectedness and the beauty of symmetrical dates.

Considering my casual numerological dalliances, it seems appropriate to circuit back to Byron Bay and the Boredoms on a day like today.

9, 10, Legs 11.11.11.11.11.

On International day of interconnectedness I give you a picture of my bike looking very pretty amidst the bougainvillea. I bike which I feel lucky to have each day, along with every one of the people I have the pleasure to know.