• Circles

  Filed under Coolness
  Jul 31

  When I fixed my mail, someone I had not talked to in a long time was able to contact me again. We met at Nokia when I worked there a thousand years ago. She’s an interesting person who I’d lost touch with. I asked what she had been doing and learned she had been married and divorced in the last 2 years since I’d seen her. She moved to the South of France and married a Saudi Prince and then divorced him a year later when he didn’t allow her to wear shorts for her morning run on the beach.

  How the hell she meets these people is beyond me, but she has that touch of finding people who are in power and charming them and becoming close friends with them. Her list of contacts at fortune 50 companies would make many people envious. I need to take lessons.

  What is more interesting is that one of her friends, a man with whom she worked with at Nokia was interested in the fact that I was also interested in Shamanic healing. He, too, has been studying non traditional methods of healing and was fascinated by my recent to Peru.

  I wish I could go into more detail about these people, but I can’t. I do feel like I will have more dealings with them. I just *feel* it.

  It feels like some things work in circles. You meet people who will influence you in your future, and you have no idea how, or have any idea of what is happening at the time. I think about the synchronicities that have been happening in my life lately, and feel a divine presence in my life. I do believe that everything happens for a reason, that everything, every experience, really is a gift.

  I feel more open to things than I have in the past. I worry less, and I generally feel happier about things. And I’m glad for it.

One Response to “Circles”

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   BillMan said on July 31st, 2008 at 7:31 pm

   I don’t believe that anything happens for no reason. I have a very hard time believing in “coincidence”. I had an almost full scholarship to another school in Missouri when I decided to attend Blackburn College in Southern Illinois. The campus “felt” right- I’d never been to this other school. I met Mary Bush there one evening 35 years ago next month, and I’m still hanging around with her. As a military policeman, I could “sense” where I was needed many times. I would turn down an alley, when I had already figured on going straight, and bust up a fight or find someone in need. Sometimes I didn’t even remember making the turn; I was just there. You updated your e-mail address, and now I’m writing more than I have in years, and thinking of long lost works that can hardly be called “in progress.”
   I’m glad you’re happier, and I’m glad you got in touch with me (even if I never did pass Algebra;)

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