I recently met a far removed cousin for the first time in many years. In fact, the last time we had seen each other was when… I cant even remember. At the time I really, really liked the man, though I was still a child. We parted journey then, and since that time a lot has happened in his life and in mine.
Since then I’ve listened without much attention how he lived his life, never really finding a convincing character reference from anyone. And thus it was that when we met, I greeted him with open arms. As if the last time we had been parted from pleasant company through nothing else but other responsibilities was yesterday.
He told me of a man that builds musical instruments and needed parts. When he started to inquire about buying stock he immediately ran in to problems, becoming more and more frustrated with his dilemma he started playing with his Parker pen. And then he realized that the stock he needed was right there in his hands. After making a quick phone call to Parker they sent him two bags of exactly what he needed, free of charge.
I commented on the fact that it was a perfect illustration of how the universe provides to all our needs, how strange they may even be, if we only open our eyes and look. To which he immediately agreed, as if it was something he found often too. Something he found true.
My heart almost stopped a beat, and in that moment the years we were separated simply fell away. Without anything changing physically, and nothing being said I flashed a memory to the connection we had shared those many years ago, and found within it a lot of innocence and strength I’d since lost and then regained by growing wiser.
In the flash of recognition I found myself smiling at the meeting of a kindred soul as me. A soul that walked a road so different from my own that it could be as if we had never met. But yet we were standing here in a reality we both share. Share in views of worth and value, share in views of lessons learned. And though we may have journeyed miles apart our lives had given us the same.
Feeling blessed I smiled and tried to pass the lesson on to my dad who came with him on that day, and who was struggling to see his worth and the value of his life. Who failed to accept that he has lived a life as blessed as me, and even though I’ve tried to change his mind before, still insist holding on to values of a world gone by. In writing this I still feel blessed, and revel in our shared divinity. I thank the bliss I found that day, and days to come since then.
Days like this.
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Blessed journey!