(NOTE: Inspired by a journal about past events, does NOT reflect the present.)
I did not see it coming, the storm.
I did not recognize the whip of the winds,
the bend of the trees,
the clouds swollen with water,
readying to cry.
I did not feel the twist of the Earth,
nor the quiet of the creatures
as they slipped into burrows
too small for my bones.
I noticed her existence before Girlfriend did. I was on the toilet looking at my phone when Girl’s name jumped out at me and scrawled itself on my frontal lobe. I found her photo on Instagram, and when we arrived, there she was. I watched her twist awkwardly on a yoga mat, wondered if she did a lot of yoga, then took my attention elsewhere. She was a stranger. Inconsequential. Benign.
So what inside me decided she was special?
What inside of Girlfriend took note?
How was this the beginning of a crazy-as-fuck year?
I think the Universe said “I am going to start you on an intensive. You asked to face your shadows? I’m going to bring you to your shadows. But I need a tool, and here she is.”
I think she could have been anyone. Or maybe not, maybe we have a soul contract stating she shows up in various lifetimes, shakes shit up, then disappears. That she wakes us from our slumber so we can remember more of who we are and why we are here. I don’t know. Maybe we’ve all just tormented each other for countless earth visits and we keep doing it.
Whatever the case, she appeared and everything changed.
