She called shortly after my son left for school, offering to take me into town to get some much needed groceries. Just a week prior, my lovely old (very very old) car called it quits. Being so new in town, there wasn’t anyone I felt comfortable calling for a bit of help. I was sitting at the table wondering how I was going to get to the store. She found me through my Etsy shop, saw that we live in the same town, and reached out. A beautiful angel who floated into my life to remind me of the magic that is still here.
We headed into town, talking about all the things that have led us to where we are today. It felt like we’d known each other for years. You know those kinds of friendships that seem to pick up where they left off in another lifetime…yes, that’s it.
Trader Joe’s was our destination. Up and down the aisles, I stuffed my cart with everything I thought I might need (and not need…chocolate covered almonds…ahem). At the checkout aisle, I became entirely absorbed in the story of an upcoming camping trip that the awesome employee was sharing with me. A little glimpse into another’s life. What a gift that is.
As I was waiting for my new friend to finish at the cashier, I heard my name called out from somewhere. At first, I was sure I was imagining things. I know two people in this town; what’s the likelihood of running into one of them? Pretty good, I guess. I looked around and saw the face of another angel. I’d been thinking about her, wanting to initiate contact, but let that little “she’s probably too busy” voice take over. And there she was. We knew it was time to get together and catch up on life. More magical moments.
As that was taking place, one of the other employees, who was checking out my friend (at the register I mean), heard my comment about knowing two people in this town and decided to reach out and give me his number, and his girlfriend’s as well. I’d talked with him in the checkout line before, on the day I arrived in Oregon. We discovered we have a Bali connection (small world). I don’t think he knows how much that simple gesture of reaching out meant to me. One day I may just tell him that in that one moment of kindness, my life changed. I felt like maybe, just maybe, I do belong here. All the prior days of questioning myself, doubting my decision to move back to the States, faded away.
Light entered my life that Friday morning. Magic unfolded right in front of me. My heart opened and I did the one thing I’ve always been so scared of doing: I allowed myself to receive. There is beauty and kindness and love (oh yes…so much love) everywhere, if only I am open to notice it. It’s an ongoing invitation to simply say “yes” and allow this beautiful cycle of giving and receiving to flow. I don’t have to do it all on my own. Our culture places so much importance on independence, often forgetting about the even greater importance of connection.
We need each other.
To those three angels who came into my life last Friday, I want you to know how much I appreciate you. The gifts you gave to me are beyond words. I will tuck that day into my heart to go back to whenever I feel alone in this world. I will remember that the illusion of separation is just that: an illusion.
Connection. Oh how it matters.