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Heart,
Wake
I wrote the above last night. I scheduled the post not knowing that today things would try to fall apart.
Today I had coffee scheduled with a new friend.
I met with her at a coffee shop in the next town over. It was an absolutely magical experience. A conversation with a lovely creative heart-full human. I didn’t want it to end. We talked about life, writing and reading. (And everything in between)
But I had to be home for a virtual tea with an other lovely creative human I’d been waiting to chat with for months! So I left early so I could get set up.
But my car? It had other ideas. I had found the perfect parking spot. But someone parked to close behind me, and getting out of it proved to be rather small D disastrous.
I went over a rock.
The whole parking lot turned to look at me, and it knew it wasn’t good.
A man and his wife came to my window and they had such soothing presences.
I asked them for help.
They guided me off the rock and out of the spot but the damage was done. The fixer up duct tape job that the mechanics did to hold my car together from the hit and run my car when through in July…it came undone.
…and I had to drive home going no faster and no slower than 42km an hour. Because any other speed, my car would shake.
It was so weird. 42 is the number than calms me, and I found myself calm. I emailed the person with whom I was to have virtual tea and told him I’d be ten minutes late (because of car troubles).
And I was, ten minutes late.
A blue car followed me home to make sure I was alright. That was so nice.
I was temporarily alright.
I had a lovely virtual chat with no tea. We talked about death, ghosts, grief, movies, books, life. It was grounding.
After, when I told my partner what happened to my car, I cried. We (my partner I) were supposed to go on an end of summer drive together. A day off together without children to care for.
Thankfully spending time with my partner is really wondrous no matter what we are doing.
So instead we decided to take a walk to a part of town we don’t often frequent, across the water from downtown. We had lunch at a place we’ve never eaten at.
And then.
A blue house with a sign across the street that says GLASS STUDIO OPEN.
The fabled bright blue house of my best friend’s stories. She had visited us to hang out and looked after our dog in early July. She went on her own adventures in our town. She found a blue house with an open sign. She ate at the outdoor restaurant.
We were walking in her footsteps.
And in that glass shop I found the most beautiful orb (I collect orbs). And the glass artist did a demonstration of making a tiny lighthouse just for us. IT WAS MAGIC.
And all my stress melted away.
We were exactly where we were meant to be. Weirdly. Exactly.
And instead of screaming into the void today, I’m going to dance with it.
I have a lot of phone calls to make tomorrow, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen to my car (her name is Nebula) but I know it’s going to be ok. I made some big decisions today because of all of this. Decisions that needed to be made.
I’m exhausted, but not defeated.
Heart,
Wake
I’m so sorry that Nebula is ailing. I get it. I had a 1978 blue Honda civic Trixie that I had for 20 yrs. Until my mechanic refused to fix her anymore. I loved her. I know all will be well for you. You are a special human. You have brightened so many lives. You are a sparkle queen in our firmament.The universe will provide what you need. Thank you for the picture of your beautiful Orb.💖💖🌻.
Hugs xxx 🪿🪿🪿