So I decided to pack up the car with food, beverages, journals, phone and child to head to the park to clear my head ~ and most importantly (at the time) to be left alone in silence.
You know the saying. Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.
We arrive and for higher reasons, other mama’s were sort of “drawn” to me for conversation. Not a typical experience for me when visiting the park. After a couple of rather short conversations, I headed back to the picnic bench, intending to pull out my journal and write for a time before phoning one of my favorite peeps to talk to when I’m having a moment. Another mama had sat down at the end of the bench on the other side. She smiled as I sat down and asked if she was taking up too much space. No, I said, smiling back.
Well next thing I know we’re engaged in this authentic, deep conversation about life and all things REAL. I keep thinking “she looks so familiar” and turns out she was thinking the same. She mentions she’s an LMT and that’s when it hit me – she was the last massage therapist I saw about two years ago. I remember at the time wanting a quiet massage but instead the two of us chatted as though we had known one another previously.
Today the conversation was no different. It was wonderful and blissful/magical in a way. It was the kind of authentic connecting I CRAVE and NEED. I even found myself sharing what had been bothering me this week. While I am a pretty open-book when I am comfortable with someone, it is completely unlike me to share such details so soon like that.
Perhaps this is part of the New Earth. There are no rules. No judgments. No social “norms”. We just let ourselves BE. Allow ourselves to BE however we feel in the moment.
I happily await the continuation of the conversation with my new friend. It helped soothe my heart that was feeling the wounds of the old programmed thoughts of my worth. It quieted my own judgments I still hold towards others as well. And it reminded me I am never alone.
It was…perfect.
