I no longer believe in coincidence.
This past year has taught me that life is unfolding according to divine, perfect plan;
that everything happens for a reason; that I can simply trust and allow this; and that I don't have to know "why," or "what for" - especially in the moments of hardship and discomfort.
I can try and just let it all BE.
Last night, I helped a dear friend learn a simple skill - such as flier making - so that she can promote and market her self and her own business. We began our evening together by chatting over a dinner of fruity drinks and gluten-free pasta in a Gaslamp establishment. It has been a few years since she moved to southern California, and she still mourns the loss of the tight-knit community that she moved away from. There, on a Hawaiian island, she had trustworthy others immediately in her life - people who could help her with the heavy responsibility of single parenthood in a moment's notice. There, elders are given the respect they are due by being instantaneously recognized as "auntie" and "uncle." And, there, she felt a palpable connection to the Earth under her feet. Synchronicity was her spirit guide and life required little force on her part - all she needed to do was be with intention, listen and respond.
The concrete jungle and fast-moving freeways; the materials-based value system and loss of neighborly interaction; and the communal illusion of individuality all made for a sharp contrast within her vibrant, everyday life. We spoke of the power of intuition and how it comes from our relationship to and with the Earth. Together, we met in the middle where power resides not in money or attention, but in the the simple experience of the tides ebbing and flowing, of the moon waxing and waning, of the breath expanding and contracting and of the cosmos moving towards and away from. ALL ONE.
This sister of mine, with her beaming, wide smile, brilliant spirit and BE-autiful outward appearance, met me, saw me, heard me, REFLECTED ME. And, there we sat. Chatting, laughing, enjoying this be-ing human ~ together. No where to go. No one to be. Nothing to do. Simply, here, n-o-w. Then, our waitress came around again. A college-aged, young woman she stood above us and felt the Earth shift, under her feet. "Whoa," she said, looking around herself. "Did you two feel that? There was a...," she stammered as she glanced around and noticed that she was alone in her feeling. Embarrassed by her seeming outburst, she couldn't explain herself even as she tried to. She backed away, out of the moment and away from our table.
We laughed.
'Tis all we could do.
(I LOVE YOU, mz. h!)
