My experience with writing has not been positive and only left me with painful scars. In school I produced barely passing grades in grammar, creative writing, spelling or anything else connected to writing anything at all. Well that is my past and I can only go up from here....
Everybody has stories to tell, and I want to tell mine:
I'm on my way to my annual trip to Switzerland to visit my parents. I left my so much loved home Kauai on the red-eye flight to New York where I will spend a couple of days with my dear friend Peggy. Flying sucks, lets be honest! Please someone, hurry up and figure out how Scottie used to beam Capt. Kirk (Star Trek) from one place to the other. But there is some beauty to flying: There is nothing to do! I don't have to answer a phone, work on the computer, rush to some appointment or hurry to cook dinner - I just do NADA. (I am learning Spanish!) I actually LOVE that time alone with nothing to do! It's the perfect time to practice mindfulness and have time to meditate!
We are approaching New York. I'm sitting in the plane looking down on all the tiny New York City lights below me.
One of these lights is Peggy's car destined to meet me. Peggy and me have always been destined to meet:
Peggy is my earliest childhood friend. We met when I was 8 and she and her family moved to my neighborhood in Switzerland. She spoke English, I spoke Swiss-German and we had instant communication without understanding each others language. We became best friends and supported each other through all the ups and downs of growing children. We learned riding a bike and had matching Sasha dolls. She learned German I learned English.
Photo below:
Peggy (with hat)
Esti (with sunglasses)
But the dreaded day after 5 years finally arrived when Peggy's family said good-bye to Switzerland and moved back to the US.
I wrote to her many lengthy letter, and she wrote a rare and occasional Christmas card. But that was fine - I knew we were friends for life.
One day, 11 years later, our destiny brought us back together and we travelled together across the US in a beat up Dodge Van. We were young, pretty and free and we were starting our lives as adults!
32 years have passed since without much communication between us; maybe an occasional Christmas card. Now I'm sitting in Peggy's car and it feels as no time has past. We are still best of friends and are at total ease with each other. And we know with certainty that one day in the future we are destined to meet again.
