serendipity?
The phrase "everything happens for a reason" has always bothered me. I'm one of those stubborn skeptics who proudly proclaim our lack of Faith from the rooftops, and pooh pooh anyone who casually slips in those little "it was meant to be" statements. In my world, nothing was "meant to be" - there is no puppetmaster or divine providence ensuring that each of us is heading in the "right" direction. Your life is what you make of it, so stop back-seat driving and take the damn wheel !
Occasionally though, I do find myself tested. This saturday, I got the distinct feeling of having been, let's say "nudged" into position for an encounter. It's a very odd feeling, and rather disconcerting. Call it a crisis of unfaith.
In brief: i was running errands, on foot and mass-transit, as often happens. I was running a bit ahead of schedule, and was feeling uncharacteristically tired, so i loitered for a bit on a street corner, trying to decide between going home and going to my evening engagement early.
I finally decided to head home, and as I approached the bus stop, who should appear but the HawaiianHippieGypsy, aka The Satyr. We had mutually flaked on an evening together the night before, and i hadn't seen him in person since we had our big Talk about a week prior.
Now, it's true that this is a small town, and it's not uncommon to run into people I know. But something about my fatigue had felt really odd from when it first hit me, and my choice of resting place was also odd (for me). And I've been feeling a lot of internal pressure to figure out how exactly to relate to the Satyr, but I've been very lazy about it.
Makes me think, anyway. My current preferred theory is more along the lines of people 'tugging' on one another in an energetic/spiritual sense, kind of like gravitational fields.
Occasionally though, I do find myself tested. This saturday, I got the distinct feeling of having been, let's say "nudged" into position for an encounter. It's a very odd feeling, and rather disconcerting. Call it a crisis of unfaith.
In brief: i was running errands, on foot and mass-transit, as often happens. I was running a bit ahead of schedule, and was feeling uncharacteristically tired, so i loitered for a bit on a street corner, trying to decide between going home and going to my evening engagement early.
I finally decided to head home, and as I approached the bus stop, who should appear but the HawaiianHippieGypsy, aka The Satyr. We had mutually flaked on an evening together the night before, and i hadn't seen him in person since we had our big Talk about a week prior.
Now, it's true that this is a small town, and it's not uncommon to run into people I know. But something about my fatigue had felt really odd from when it first hit me, and my choice of resting place was also odd (for me). And I've been feeling a lot of internal pressure to figure out how exactly to relate to the Satyr, but I've been very lazy about it.
Makes me think, anyway. My current preferred theory is more along the lines of people 'tugging' on one another in an energetic/spiritual sense, kind of like gravitational fields.
