Does that sound like the beginning of a Dr. Seuss story or maybe a Shel Silverstein poem? But, seriously think about the different choices you made during your lifetime at each crucial bump in the road. Each bump steered you in a different direction or possibly bounced you back the way you had come forcing you to redo a part of your life path. I attribute one small business trip and a chance meeting with a friend of a friend to changing my life forever. The tiny ripples set off by the vibrations of that meeting impacted the lives of several people and made life changes that are still being felt today. I think each person has a soul mate and that person is born with an instinct like a homing pigeon to find you and vice versa.
From the time I was a young child I knew I had a soul mate who was searching for me. And I was searching for him. When we finally met in a chance one hour window of possible contact, two thousand miles from my home in a city I was visiting for the first time, it didn’t occur to me that this was my soul mate. I felt like I had met an old friend. Someone I had known a long time ago though how could that be? There was an instant like, a rapport, and somehow a knowingness of his character. And I remember perceiving he had an orange aura. We became best friends, business partners, lovers, married and the keeper of each other's heart.
There were many bumps in our road together signaling changes in direction, in life goals and in opportunities. There were climate changes, there were career changes, and there were life threatening medical issues. Sometimes, I felt like our lives were contained in someone’s pinball machine with a maniac manning the flippers. And then a calmness would descend and it felt like we were floating together in a sun warmed blue lagoon. That last period of peacefulness was for two years and then the pinball wizard took over and nothing was ever the same again. I now picture the pinball machine as broken and decrepit. I choose to not live inside it anymore. I can’t float alone in the blue lagoon either so I’m carefully maneuvering myself over the speed bumps and around the tree roots that spring up to trip me unawares. And somewhere in the distance an orange aura is beckoning to me.