intersections
One morning in 2002, while walking the streets of Santa Cruz, a man called out to me, "Valentine's Day! Valentine's Day! Let me be your slave!" as if I was the one day a year that inspired people to do anything for love. It was December. I veered off into a bookstore and randomly picked up a copy of Phil Cousineau's Coincidence or Destiny? Stories of Synchronicity that Illuminate Our Lives which I purchased and read on the beach later that day.
In 2003 I was living in Arkansas with my grandmother, writing a fictional story about religion and poverty in India.
In 2004 I started watching church on television in my living room in Ohio because I needed more than 45 minutes on a Sunday morning to feel close to God again. And I started seeing photos of all those spiritually rich and materially poor people in India I had been writing about.
In 2005 I got in a fight with my husband and responded by buying a plane ticket to India.
In 2006 I took that trip to India, met those spiritually rich and materially poor people I had written about and then seen on TV, and found myself on the back of a bus across from a man who was a writer.
In 2007 the book I edited with that writer man was translated into several local dialects for the people of India.
From 2008-2012 the only wall decoration I had in my Indiana office besides a calendar was a map of India.
In 2011 I started working with that writer man again and it finally clicked that all of these intersections were leading me to this place, this calling, this dream which is bigger than any dream I could have come up with on my own.
Today I am working on yet another book with that writer man and I am so happy I couldn't imagine doing anything else.
Call it what you want: synchronicity, coincidence, destiny, serendipity, happenstance. There is no denying that Spirit is weaving our stories, our journeys, our life into a beautiful tapestry of intersecting experiences.
EMBRACE INTERSECTIONS.
In 2003 I was living in Arkansas with my grandmother, writing a fictional story about religion and poverty in India.
In 2004 I started watching church on television in my living room in Ohio because I needed more than 45 minutes on a Sunday morning to feel close to God again. And I started seeing photos of all those spiritually rich and materially poor people in India I had been writing about.
In 2005 I got in a fight with my husband and responded by buying a plane ticket to India.
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| The face of Love. India, 2006. |
In 2007 the book I edited with that writer man was translated into several local dialects for the people of India.
From 2008-2012 the only wall decoration I had in my Indiana office besides a calendar was a map of India.
In 2011 I started working with that writer man again and it finally clicked that all of these intersections were leading me to this place, this calling, this dream which is bigger than any dream I could have come up with on my own.
Today I am working on yet another book with that writer man and I am so happy I couldn't imagine doing anything else.
Call it what you want: synchronicity, coincidence, destiny, serendipity, happenstance. There is no denying that Spirit is weaving our stories, our journeys, our life into a beautiful tapestry of intersecting experiences.
EMBRACE INTERSECTIONS.
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