09.01.25
I’m grateful for the long weekend and for what the labor movement means in this country. The morning started with some deep cleaning, then I let myself rest for most of the day. Later, I stopped in to see my daughter and the grand kitties before heading out to grab a birthday cake for tonight’s meeting.
I’d been thinking about a family I know after seeing some cryptic posts on the book of faces. Ten minutes into Winco, I looked up and there she was—my friend from that family, walking toward me with open arms. We used to work together and grew close, but rarely see each other now. She’s one of those people you never forget—real, strong, and solid.
We hugged, caught up, and I asked about the posts. My fear was right: her sibling is in the hospital with alcohol-related sepsis. I had goosebumps. I told her I’d help however I could.
Leaving the store, I couldn’t shake the sense that this wasn’t chance. I was supposed to see her today. It left me feeling grateful, unsettled, and aware once again that my Higher Power has a way of putting me exactly where I need to be. It’s amazing what you can see when your eyes are wide open.
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