I'm not a psycho, so I don't usually talk to people on airplanes. Last night, though, the woman beside me asked about the photo on my phone's lock screen (my cats, duh), and I couldn't help myself: I got chatty.
And darlings, I made a friend for life. More than a friend--I met my spirit guide, my mentor. An instant and forever sister. Exactly ten years my senior--we share a birthday--my seatmate felt like the promise of my future if I keep listening to my heart, if I stay open, if I trust the timing of my life.
We talked about our animals and the soul-deep connections we share with them. We talked about how real communication goes far beyond what's spoken. We talked about energy centers and past lives and chakras and stepping into the unknown with our hearts open and the feeling of walking barefoot on cool grass. We talked about animal totems and transmutation and big pharma and GMOs. We laughed hard. We teared up. We sat in awestruck silence when we discovered that we met the same poet on the same night in the same bookstore eight years ago. Yeah, I know.
Our heartbeats resonated; we vibrated on the same frequency, and a three-hour flight that began with me feeling a little tired and a little impatient ended with boundless gratitude for this life, for the universe patiently and persistently ushering me toward goodness and connection, even though I spent years shaking off its calls.
I know I sound like a lunatic, but this happened. And things like this happen every day. Remember that. Remember the power of your beautiful smile--how it can change a stranger's day. Remember that if we all reach beyond our boundaries and let others in we all feel better. Just don't clap when the plane lands. What are you, a psycho?