My daughters, shockingly, are all in one bed. No, not asleep, just entranced in a movie. Brother Bear to be exact. I pick up my book, and begin to read. (While I cannot link the book as the website is down, or maybe my internet sucks, or perhaps it was just not meant to be... Eat Pray Love). Well, I re-read, because I don't recall the last few pages as I would have liked to. I am in India, now. This is where I thought I would have had to hurdle an obstacle. I am not particularly religious. I really believe in nothing. There is a Six Feet Under episode that embodies my thoughts on death. How I envision the death of myself or of my husband... Nature going back to nature. The End. This book has given me a perspective on life I have never thought of or imagined. I'm not claiming "Born Again!!"... However, she says in the first few pages of India, there is a Guru for everyone. Where is mine? Is he/she right in front of my face? Did I miss her/him? Can I just call out, "Guru, I am ready!!"?
Life is a funny, fickle thing... I have come across many great people, some of which are moving on, and leave me afraid that I will loose them forever... Then I look to the bottom of my boat. I move on to someone who stumbled into my life, unexpectedly... and revel at how amazing that "chance", "fate", perhaps "random occurrence", has impacted me in such a short time of my life.
I read and dream to write... I read blogs that inspire, I read blogs that catch me happily by surprise, and then listen to music that makes me love and appreciate life.... Maybe I have already met my Guru. Maybe he is him - the one that I open my eyes to each morning. Or the one I call after months of not speaking to, nervous of our conversation. Those that I think of daily, that may not even think of me at all?