The day after my birthday (a couple of weeks ago, see a recent post) I had a serendipitous meeting with a woman (a few years younger than my mum) outside the local grocery store within walking distance.
She lives on the same street as my mother used to live before she moved into my dwellings in 2023. And they’d previously met and chatted.
Myself I met this woman prior to that, in 2019/20 just before the pandemic when we started talking at a municipal business owners climate change meeting we both attended back then.
Also met her son back then, he and his wife had just started an aquaponic large scale farm. —
Unfortunately the combination of growing vegetables and fish farming is so very off-putting and obviously unethical for someone who believes we must stop using, abusing and consuming non-human animals for human purposes.
Especially since growing vegetables with aquaponic measures most certainly can be done w/out involving animals trapped in water tanks. —
That business aside we had a really good chat and I got a ride home in a Tesla (a company or founder I really really can’t stand in any way, but the car ride was my first time in an electrical vehicle and that was cool).
We never did meet up again after that. And then came the pandemic. And then everything else happened, and my life just got distinctively smaller. (Alongside many others I imagine.)
But that post-birthday Saturday I remember I noticed a woman with a really nice mustard-yellow coat walked past little mum and I when we began lugging home our groceries. The woman then turned around and said ”Hi!” because she saw little mum and then me and thought it was silly not to say hi, and instead just keep walking (like most of us usually do).
We started talking. And it just ’clicked’ somehow. She randomly mentioned that she had just read about a spiritualistic and healing society in Stockholm and would I be interested in going?
Isn’t just a wonderfully weird thing to ask someone you’ve only met once, and that was a few years ago?
Every meeting has a meaning.
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