I strongly believe that there are no accidents; we attract the people and events into our lives that are meant to be. Like the Aussie gentleman I met in Bordeaux when Iwas there recently for VINEXPO.
Strangely, or perhaps not so, I opened up to this stranger about a “dark night of the soul”/kundalini awakening or whatever it was that I experienced in Rio in 1984. I will blog my story in a future post but for the purposes of this post, suffice it to say that for no apparent reason I divulged this story to this stranger, just like I did to the psychologist I met on our Alaskan cruise a few years ago. Evidently I am not over the death of my only brother in 1981. The Aussie gentleman recommended a book to me called “I heard the owl call my name”.
and you can be sure I have put this book on my list to read. Sweet synchronicity: there are no accidents, not ever.