Three Stories of Cosmic Intervention

The Rainbows

Sometimes, life doesn't happen the way you expect it. Sometimes, it has plans for you that you never could have imagined. I have three true stories to tell. They all have to do with the love of my life. The man who means so much to me, but can never be there for me. (Although I hope someday that will change.) And why, against the advice of those near and dear to me, I still hold on, and hold on. Sometimes, you can't ignore what the Universe is trying to tell you, even though reason doesn't follow. You see, I've tried to give up on him. I've tried to forget. I broke it off once, and resolved to put him out of my mind. And it worked, for a while. I was keeping busy, spending time with friends, pushing him out of my thoughts. I had gone to my parent's home for the weekend to do some work and some laundry. I had made it through a whole week without missing him, or thinking about him. As I was getting ready to leave, my dad, who usually listens exclusively to classical music, put on a CD and the song, "Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What A Wonderful World," by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole began to play. Well, this is a song that Lance loves and he had introduced me to it. So as I packed up my car, my resolve to not even think about him was broken. "Dammit!" I thought. And as I drive onto the freeway, in the big wide open sky, is a rainbow. And then another rainbow. And I start laughing to myself. Because even if I had managed to push him out of my mind for the last week, the place he holds in my heart cannot be forgotten. And the Rainbows made me realize that although it may not make sense, some things are purely magical.

Sophia - Meaning=Wisdom

I think Lance was away somewhere, unreachable. And this usually puts a damper on my days. I was working at the elementary school where, in the kindergarten class, we have 2 Sophie's and 1 Sophia. It's difficult to say the correct name sometimes, mistaking a Sophie for a Sophia or vice versa. One of the Sophie's who usually doesn't come to the afterschool program asked me to tie her shoelaces. As I was tying them, something propelled me to ask her if I could try to guess her birthday. She nodded "yes." The first thing that came to mind was 'October,' to which she also nodded yes. I was stunned that I guessed it correctly on the first try. Then for the date, I said "20th?" She quickly nodded yes. I couldn't believe it. I asked her if she was serious and she confirmed that I was completely correct, her birthday was October 20th. Lucky guess, one out of 365. Later on that night, I had forgotten the whole incident until my roommate came home to tell me about her extraordinary day. She said that a woman she had never met, with whom she had mutual friends, came to pick her up to take her on a trip to Napa. The woman didn't know our particular apartment number, but she knew the address. And she was able to figure out which unit my roommate was in after looking at the sign I had painted for the door. Apparently this woman was psychic. And they spoke for a while about me and my plants, and artwork. At the Francis Ford Coppola winery, as they were looking in the library, Francis comes out. My roommate is introduced to him, as she is in the film industry. He gives her a souvenir of a little red can of wine, aptly named Sophia after his daughter. She pulls it out of her bag to let me inspect. Looking at the little can with the name Sophia written on it reminded me of my own psychic moment earlier in the day. So I go on to tell her about my own extraordinary day. I felt energized by the conversation, as if there was still something magical in the air. As I stood over the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth, it hits me. October 20th is the date I met Lance!

The Turtle

I hadn't heard from Lance in nearly 2 weeks. He had made a commitment to move his office over to my place so that I could actually see him, rather than not at all. Instead of keeping to his word, I get an email saying that he's been busy and that he's off to LA, and then to Asia. When he does finally write to me, he tells me he's unsure of where we stand. At which point, I tell him that I've been standing in the same spot for a while now but he hasn't been there and that he needs to decide whether or not he wants to be with me. And well, I'll let him tell the rest of the story. I got this email from him:
Ok. It is official. We are most definitely cosmically connected in the most serious way. I just got in from a seminar in Boston for Trading and I had just finished emailing you from a parking lot on my laptop cellular connection. I had an empty drink and Jack in the box bag and saw a dumpster across the parking lot. I was thinking how this is never going to work between us because of all my hang ups and busy life. But as I approached the dumpster I could see something reptilian peeking its head around the corner of the trash bin and 'alacazam pow' there I found a lonely lost dehydrated turtle. So I went into a store and bought a large Tupperware and some room temperature water. He drank for quite some time. Then I bought a marker and some paper and wrote "Lost a reptile?" and my email address. Then plastered the sign all over an apartment complex behind the shopping center. He is such a cool little turtle. He has a very round shell and is about the size of a softball. What should I feed him/her and is it the kind of turtle that likes water? Well the Native Americans believe that animals appear to show you the path that you should take in life... and well, I can't think of any better animal that could so unequivocally be associated with you :)

as always,

Lance