The lift…

…this is when I was lifted into all of the stuff my father had been enmeshed with including the neighbor upstairs and the neighbors up and down the streets where I walked on my way to kindergarten and school…I know now my walking up to the upstairs apartment was part of something I was enmeshed in, like a synchronistic event that had been created or was being created, like the law of attraction.

I do recall the two older ladies that lived two doors down from us used to sit outside all the time and my father and I passed them many times.   I passed them on my way to school also.