I was talking to a friend last night about how we keep showing up in each other’s lives. In the past nineteen years, we have worked in the same department three times. Twice completely by accident, this last time I contacted her and told her to come on in, the water’s fine. But still. That just can’t be a coincidence.
Last night started out meeting to talk over a project she was brewing, her idea and my organizational skills. Because those are our strengths and we want to see each other succeed in our various positions, so collaboration.
You have to understand, we are both Sagittarius’ with strong opinions on how the world should work. The glue that holds our friendship together over all these years is the brutally honest nature of our beings and the strength of our own characters to take nothing personally because — well — she is me. Sagittarius.
But there are nuances in this joint venture which make it a better fit than most people who know us in passing would think.
She is thoughtful and tends to see the larger view. She can see each domino of each action fall with nearly psychic precision when she focuses. Right brain. She is an introvert by nature.
I, on the other hand, am detail oriented. I can organize a project down to each period with that same precision. And do it quickly and nearly effortlessly. Left brain. I am an extrovert — without a doubt.
As I said, we started out chatting about the project but quickly turned to other subjects and the twists and turns in our lives that brought us to the present moment. Obviously The Universe believes we have things to teach each other.
Or maybe we would always just be attracted to each other’s energy. Complimenting yin and yang friends able to fill in the gaps and balance each other out. Would we really ever change each other’s vibration? Unlikely. But there is wisdom we share each time we talk. Affirmations given and recieved that we are acceptable humans just as we are — quirks and wounds and imperfections included.
Every time I talk to her I feel like I am picking up the thread of a conversation we started life times ago. Have we always fought together the battles of daily life? In this life we heal — as nurses. But a strange echo hangs over us as though we have walked paths together in previous lives. Witches? Warriors? Healers? Bits of all of those come together in this incarnation for both of us.
Who ever we were — what ever we did — we did it together. And we kicked ass.