The first person to arrive was a wonderful young lady full of personality and character. And knitting. I will change her name here for the sake of privacy. Let's call her "Beth." A highly articulate, sarcastic, and funny person, she had us laughing in minutes. Immediately I felt there was something familiar about her I couldn't place. I knew I didn't know her...but her words, tone, and gestures were so familiar. Hmmm. As the night went on, I kept thinking "She has GOT to meet Dona," one of my very best friends -- first from childhood in elementary school, and again from my second childhood of being newly divorced at 35. I consider Dona to be like a sister and one of my all time closest friends. We discuss Big Things like spirituality, reincarnation, and the Meaning of Life. That kind of friend. Back to the story.
The second lady to arrive was a quieter lady who had actually signed up ahead of time. We now call her a Founding Member. As soon as she arrived I sensed that I knew her, too. Within a few minutes I knew. "Are you a _____?" I asked, referring to the family name of one of my three closest college friends, (will call her Bea) with whom I've drifted away from over the years. Haven't seen her, or any member of her family, since the very early 90's. (Again, the last name withheld for privacy. You just never know.) She gave me a stunned look and confirmed that yes, indeed, she was my friend's sister. I was bowled over at this coincidence. We both were. How she found the gallery where we hold classes and how I recognized her is odd. Granted they look alike, but it has been 25 years, and I'd never met this person directly. Back to the story.
The night went on and we all shared funny stories and laughs, as well as some stitching. The thought that this girl Beth had to meet my friend Dona was exceptionally strong and wouldn't leave my mind. Finally I said "You remind me so much of my good friend. You two should meet up. Her name is Dona." She said "Dona the dental hygienist from Boston? I've known her for ten years!" While they never have been friends socially, they connected as friends at Dona's dental office and already knew so much about each other's lives and selves. I was stunned.
What are the chances that three people meet for the first time in one night and have such deep connections that none of them knew about? Coincidences occur all the time, sure. But a few days ago while organizing my art supplies I went through a special ceramic vase in which I store paintbrushes. Bea made it and gave it to me in college, and I've treasured all these years. I had the thought "What ever happened to Bea?" I hope she is doing well. Would be nice to catch up with her some day." Well, Universe, I guess it is good to know you are listening.
Cheers and lots of questions about the meaning of life and why it is organized the way it is today!