I met my match

This world is great and mysterious. I firmly believe that if you can imagine something you can make it happen. Putting your thoughts out into the universe and allowing yourself to receive the answers does work. I recently worked up the courage to approach a woman whose land I'd admired since the day I read about her in my southern herb growers book. The book which I  had purchased in Houston at a garage sale when I was 15 years old. This book really got me interested in herbs. After moving to my dream house I realized that I was living just a few blocks from the garden in my book. For many years I wondered about the woman who tended this garden here. I failed to connect with people who shared my interests for the first few years I lived here. I wondered if this person would be someone I could talk to. Years passed, I lost my father and welcomed a new member to our family. A lot had changed quickly in my life and I began to feel misguided. One day while walking to the library with my baby  , I passed the garden that inspired me for years. At that same moment someone that was walking along the road addressed me.  "Hey ! You know the lady who lives here?"  I was a little taken by the question but quickly replied. " No, but I've always wanted to meet her."  The man went on to describe a situation he'd experienced with her many years back. He had run out of gas in front of her house..she came out and gave him gasoline for his vehicle and in return he agreed to help weed the garden. "The SOIL, she would say , never dirt. A strong woman with a great heart, and Scoop, he balanced her out. The two of them made a whole." This was her husband who recently passed away. In fact he had just left that week. Tears burned in my eyes as he began to speak of the now broken pair who had loved each other for a lifetime.  It was then that I felt I must reach out and meet this person. Later that evening I brought a bouquet of flowers and a pint of fig preserve I'd just made up to her door. There was no answer. I left the flowers, not the preserves, as it was still the heat of the summer. Months passed and I thought of her often . I wanted to go back. I wanted to talk to her. I felt a pull in my mind and heart. It wasn't until about a month ago now, my partner said to me to go to her. "Take Ancel and go meet that woman, if there was an older man living close that I felt I could learn something from, I'd be trying to get to know him! You need to go to her."

 So I did. I gathered the most beautiful flowers and basil I could put my hands on and placed them in the tin I wrapped , cooked a bowl of butternut soup , and took Ancel on the stroll to her beautiful place.  She was happy to receive our gift,  but she was busy writing the moment we arrived. She took my card with my email and exchanged it with her own.  We turned and left. Later I received an email that exclaimed how lovely she thought my  gift was. She went in to some of her history , how she came to be here in Bastrop and what the world of herbs had done for her. Here I was connecting with a radical and literary genius who  was now in her 80's . Our conversations have led me to believe that our meeting was not incidental but cosmically intentional for my growth as a person. I was looking for her...and quite possibly , she for me. I want to support her and absorb all of the knowledge that she graciously bestows upon us.  She seems to me to be unstoppable . She is extremely admirable. She's the one I was searching for.