Monday, October 27, 2008

Reason, Season or Lifetime

I ran back to the truck, knowing the wailing I heard coming from MiniMe would have Mr. O's nerves worn down to their very last fiber. With map and space assignment in hand, I pointed him down the winding and narrow dirt road toward our campsite.

We approached the corresponding number on the post next to the compact dirt parking pad, and I braced myself for the unpleasant task ahead. Knowing full well that it wouldn't matter whether I did or didn't, I asked anyway.

"Do you want me to hop out and help guide you?" I asked with a sigh.

Before it was all over, we had thoroughly annoyed each other as well as everyone else within shouting and engine-gunning distance.

Except? The folks two spaces up the hill. He, an experienced big rig truck driver, provided impartial pointers as Mr. O wedged our 27-foot trailer into an uphill, 25-foot space. She, with a smile and wave, beckoned MiniMe and I over toward their trailer to get us out of the way.

It's been said that you meet the nicest people when RVing.

A few months ago they sent us an enormous box full of treasures from their home base in Maine. When I say treasures, I mean treasures. Handmade, thoughtful, personal treasures.

For us, a family they briefly met four years ago at a remote campground in central California and haven't seen since. Not only the quilt, but the photos to show the love that went into every stitch. And, for the kids, some adorable seaside additions to their community of stuffed critters:
The delivery of this shipment coincided with a span of time that left me just shy of wanting to weave my own little cocoon and forget about the world for awhile.

My subsequent lack of communication with anyone personally, and even with this, my beloved blog, set many to worrying.

It set her to praying for me, as she always does.

Although I don't worship within the structure of organized religion, I feel like I have spiritual connections with forces in the universe. Signals don't usually have to arrive with a crash and a bang to get my attention.

Many signals come to me through the people I meet. I collect friends. They are with me for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

Is it coincidence that today I got an email from her? On a day when yet another frustrating splinter from the past year found its way under my skin? After weeks and weeks with no response from me to her last email? Saying that reading this blog keeps her feeling like we're closer than the thousands of miles that separate us?

No crash or bang needed.

1 comment:

BusyDad said...

That's the beauty of connection. If it's there, it's there. It isn't dependent upon how often you see them, the last time you see them, or if you've ever seen them. ;)