A Remarkable Woman

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I was afforded the gift of meeting a remarkable woman on Saturday.

I’d say she found me by chance, but there are no chance meetings — life planned this I’m sure, just as life has moved me about like a chess piece making sure I’m in the right place at the right time.  Even on those occasions when I manipulated the direction thinking, of course, that life didn’t know what it was doing, I find myself exactly where and with whom I need to be — most of this recognized in hindsight. My intuition however is being honed.

It’s actually pretty magical.  No, I don’t just sit around waiting for life to tell me what I need to do — I am in action, I’m doing AND being.  I remember oh so well my next door neighbor where I grew up coming home from school and announcing “I am a noun verbing.”  That was what…50 years ago?…but it stuck with me because she’s right.  I am a noun verbing. And I’m rarely disappointed.

So this meeting with a remarkable woman…I’m still not quite sure how she found me but she scheduled a Reiki appointment with me. We had only spoken on the phone and then via a text message so I had no idea what she looked like.  I had evidently left the front of the office for a moment and when I returned, she was standing at the cash register paying for her Reiki session.  The moment she looked up from the cash register I sensed that she and I were connected at some level beyond time and space. I find it curiously exuberant when I recognize spirit incarnate.

The Reiki session alone was extraordinary.  Afterwards we chatted as I do with all my Reiki clients — about the session, about life and work…yet underneath, around, above and through it all was this intense sensation of familiarity, of connection. We both acknowledged it without much ado.  And I think we both left with the certainty that we would meet again.

I’ve thought about this connection all weekend.  It is a gift that keeps on giving.

 

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