“It’s never an accident who you sit next to… watch and observe!” Anonymous
I was told this so long ago that I have forgotten who told me and when. To whomsoever, thank you for the wisdom. I have always since found this to be true…
“Hello” she said, the liquid tones of her voice sliding melodiously over each another. “Can my friends and I sit with you?”
The balcony breakfast table I was enjoying was empty, but for me and the cooling breeze that had joined me briefly while drifting its way from tree to tree. “Sure” I said.
“You are very welcome” I added, more correctly, and wondered what adventure was about to begin. “It’s no accident…” I reminded myself and opened my mind and heart to the possibilities of this new encounter. Who was this woman really? Who was she to me? What did she have to teach me?
“It’s no accident” I repeated.
The air was warm and wet in a way that only happens in humid climates, where the make-up slides off your face, but you don’t care because it seems more important that your bare feet wriggle in the dirt. I was excited and ready for all possibilities.
My morning meditations had been particularly encouraging. Visions of crystal palaces and rainbow waves welcoming and drawing everyone in, suggested that something magical and transformational was coming. I was ready. I was prepared.
Image: Omega cottage balcony, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015