13. Surprises and Delights

Jun 27

This is my self-hypnosis.
I practice receiving.
I ask the mirror to surprise and delight me.
The mirror shows me a woman who already got it.

[VERSE 1]
My eyes refused to meet the mirror.
The glass was the gatekeeper.
I used to think my love language was words of affirmation.
Their words bounced.
I was tuning in to someone else's station.
Now I say, "thank you."
No need to unwrap it for hidden blades.
The bottleneck was my own gaze.
I open the passage.
Let the good things rush in.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Wouldn't it be nice if I got a surprise today?
I'm letting go of the "how" and "when" and "who."
Good things are coming my way.

[CHORUS]
I want to feel surprised and delighted today.
Surprises and delights.
Ask for a surprise, then get out of my own way.
Surprises and delights — Green lights.
Déjà vu. The future winks.
Surprise me. Delight me.

[VERSE 2]
A seemingly meaningless delay.
A flat tire. A cancelled plan.
I take a breath.
Look for a laugh in the replay.
Abundance is queued up.
The moment I rest where I am,
good things start seeping through the cracks.
The deepest connections hide in plain sight.
Spider on my keyboard. Penny on the pavement.
Thank it.
The next penny arrives sooner.
I learn to read the omens.
My vibrational currency is ENORMOUS.
Wherever I am is fine.
I let it be fine.
Getting down on myself is the only real trap.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Wouldn't it be nice if I got a surprise today?
I'm letting go of the "how" and "when" and "who."
Good things are coming my way.

[BRIDGE]
I look for the joyful side of noticing little synchronicities.
Even the weird ones.
Especially the weird ones.
Even when I feel stuck in boredom or pessimism,
I have already expanded.
The gap is smaller than I think.

[OUTRO]
The universe is having fun with me.
I see myself in the glass, and through it,
I see who I am becoming.
Yeah…
I don't even wanna know the ending.
That ruins the fun.
Just bring me the surprise …And the delight.
Surprise me with more than I know to want.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com

13. Surprises and Delights

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louicrow@gmail.com