Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore. Sometimes I find myself doing such bizarre things, that I am pretty sure that I've gone to sleep in one world and woken up in another. Like last week, I found myself in Hawaii with my ex-husband and our kids. Not getting back together, just finding a way to vacation with the little people we love most, able to be mature enough not to have it mean anything more than it did, no story, no strings, and no cares what stories other people could whip up. Then there was my dolphin summoning. It was supposed to appear right in the line of the sunset. I wanted to summon it, because I thought I could. I didn't think wouldn't it be nice if , I thought this is possible , and I believed it with every part of my being. I let go of it actually happening, however, not wanting to feel attached. In other words, I slept on it. The next day, my ex found me and told me that there was a whale and her baby taking a stroll across the waters. I ran out wi