the lady with the fedora

exactly one week ago, a series of events & closed cafes lead me to a coffee bar with only a small counter & two stools.

i sat, & a well presented mature lady took the stool next to me with grace. straight grey hair, a khaki shirt & a cream fedora hat (reminding me now as i picture her of a younger Dr Jane Goodall!).

we shared a smile, brief at first.

after some time enjoying the morning silence as people passed by to start their day. she noticed my tattoo as i reached for a menu & told me it was beautiful. i explained what it ment, thinking she'd lose interest rather quickly, but she listened to my story with a friendly gaze. at the same time i wanted to know everything about her, but i was at peace knowing our exchange would be short.

some further friendly chitchat continued & then followed a moments pause. she looked to me & said with soft eyes "do you touch people, do you work with bodies?"

a question like that in any other context would have had me looking for a reason to make a quick exit but i was comforted by knowing exactly what she was asking me, so i answered "yes i teach yoga & massage".

she gently upturned her smile & her eyes became even more warm.

she said "you're supposed to be doing what you're doing."

my eyes filled up (which doesn't take much these days!), i looked down to the floor, feeling unworthy of such a direct statement.

i answered that it means a lot to hear because the voices in my head are often full of doubt & insecurity.

her smile changed as she spoke through pursed lips & clutched her fist "that's why it's ment for you, that's part of the fight."

she continued "do you believe in synchronicities?"

i nodded with a confident yes, elated by another magical question from this mysterious stranger, i explained i've had too many unexpected encounters & things happen to me that i refuse to disbelieve.

"well that's why i'm here, to tell you this."

she further shared some profound advice that shook my soul that i'll keep just with me for now.

shortly after she bid me farewell & got up to head for her bus, continuing her adventure through costa rica.

i watched her walk up the road, she looked left & right, adjusted her fedora, & took a street out of view. still not sure what to make of the encounter, i looked down at her coffee & she had not taken one sip.

if it wasn't for a friend who had seen me talking with her too, i swear i'd been speaking with a ghost, or, (ideally not!) some sort of conversation i'd manifested in my own head.

her words are still haunting me.

her powerful intuition, or simply a polite conversation?

i can't explain it.

nor do i have too.

but there are wonderful things happening out there to nudge you in the right direction.

not always are they so direct, but you just have to be quiet & you can hear it.

there are moments when the vastness of this cosmos can overwhelm & consume you,

but there are moments when it reveals you are part of its' intrinsic & designed web.

metaphorically or not, in my own words:

these are the moments when the "third eye" is looking, the portal briefly opened.

these are the moments when you catch, a glimpse, of "god".

can you share any sacred synchronicities you've experienced?

by yogiwhale