Hi, Stacey!
Last spring I took a vacation to Japan and simply loved loved loved it. But I could not not not sleep well. I woke up at 3 AM basically every night. One night, I was desperately beckoning sleep with a meditation podcast. The speaker instructed me to ask to see something, something as proof that the universe is listening to me and my hopes and dreams. In my drowsy hotel bed puddle I had the thought ping, “a purple pig.”
The day was wonderful (beauty, shrines, shopping, treats, lights, JAPAN IN GENERAL!) and challenging (my partner developed a severe discomfort from the shoes he brought on the trip, it rained, we both had hangry meltdowns while trying to find dinner). Such is travel, sometimes. All this is to say we were feeling so low by the time we finally settled on this bright bonkers diner in Shinjuku with what seemed like a fine menu. We, wet and tired, slumped into our seats and ordered mid noodles. We were so exhausted we couldn’t even pretend to pick up the mood. We just had to sit. I looked around at all the people, still in their work suits, or in their youth ‘fits, drinking from lemon pitchers and laughing…and then I saw on the far wall, inexplicably, a small neon sign. Of a purple pig.
Waiting for a sign.
xoxo
Alice
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