Talking out loud and seeing it happen
Last Monday, August 1, I returned from Mumbai, India, on a Continental flight coming into Newark Airport. I had been on a qualitative research trip for a month in Europe, China, and India. Of all the places in which I conducted research, India was my favorite. That Monday....it was morning, I had been up most of the night on a 16 hour flight, and I was filled with images of India heading into Manhattan. Riding in a cab from Newark Airport, I was talking the ear off the driver of my cab about how incredible India is. As I was talking about India on 10th Avenue going toward midtown, a cab went by with a sign on its roof: Incredible India.
This response from the universe delighted me even more than I was already delighted. It was as if the world was agreeing with me. I do love India and want to go back.