I hesitated to share this one on the blog. Partly because I sense that I have already pushed the boundaries of credulity with so many syncromystic moments…partly because I thought maybe this one might be meant only for me to savor alone. I can’t do that. It’s too good to keep to myself: on January 1, 2015 as I was putting away special glasses that were used for the New Year’s Eve dinner party I made for two friends, I spied a familiar white skinny strip of heavy watercolor paper tucked into the side of the cabinet space. My heart skipped a beat. Surely I had already discovered all of Scott’s pre-India love notes by now? How could I possibly hope to find one more I love you? And what are the chances to be home sixteen months now and not to find it until the first day of this particular brand new year? I stood in front of the cabinet for several minutes before daring to reach in. This one is for me. But now this one is for you, too. It’s for all of us. We are all one. May we all have a very happy new year!