ELEVEN MINUTES OF BLISS......

Eleven minutes of bliss.....

"This is madness," he said as he shyly turned to me. "Is it always this crazy on Mondays?" This time our eyes met for longer than a glance and I noticed the sparkle of humour and self confidence gleaming in his smile. He was a good twenty years younger than me but he had a air of wisdom about him. He understood the higher teachings and was keenly aware that age meant nothing, it is only souls that connect. He was of average height and carried an extra 30 pounds but he had style. From his hat to this shirt to his shoes he sported a lazy professor look, it reminded me of Seattle Grunge meets Gentleman's Quarterly.

 

The energy between us was building quickly but the more we conversed, the more comfortable it became and the closer we stood. I had just come from yoga class, my body was limber and strong but all of a sudden my chakras were on fire. Yoga wasn't responsible for that. He was visiting from San Francisco for a week, staying with friends for the Holiday. He taught second grade in the city and made great effort to tell me that he'd applied for similar work in Santa Fe, to no avail.

 

"Well, it is the Monday before Thanksgiving," I sassed back. "The Monday before Halloween....not so much." We shared an obvious laugh and by now he felt like mine. We discussed his love for teaching and the joy he received for making a career decision that many don't make anymore....He had listened to his inner voice and was being rewarded in kind.

 

It was soon his turn at the register and he put his items up. We were painfully aware that our time was coming to a close. He fumbled with his feelings and his speech as the cashier interrupted him in mid stream. He had carefully prepared what to say to me, but it got lost in dollar signs and credit cards. A rush of alarm came over us. Clearly, we were meant to meet, was it going to end as fast as it began? It was my turn at the register now and I noticed his friend stood in the distance with a toddler on his hip. He waited with me as my items were rung up and I noticed his friend showing signs of annoyance and impatience. He slowly walked over to his friend and turned to me as if to say "wait a minute."  He was asking his friend to hang on a few minutes so he could come back and speak with me, but the friend looked over at me and I was immediately dismissed. His wish was not granted. Our hearts sank.  

 

By the time I got to my car, my emotions were raw. A tidal wave of tears overcame me and slowly rolled down my face. I was thankful that sunglasses would hide the hurt. In an instant, I was given great love and in that same instant it was ripped away.

 

My journey to meet this spirit was indeed real, but has now turned into mist. Through the years I've remembered him and every word we spoke. There are times I dream about him and times he enters my mind from nowhere. Did we resolve a past life issue or was it a preview of coming events? The only message I receive is *keep an open heart.*