Psychic

Was at the salad bar yesterday and thought I recognized a woman that I had purchased an art print from several years prior. "No, it couldn't be", I said to myself. Didn't think about it until just before noon today, when I checked the messages of phone #1 from phone #2, lo and behold her husband, of which I hadn't seen in over a year as well, left me a message to check out his exhibit at the library. When Bon and I went back to the same restaurant today, she was there, and this time, I looked her in the eyes and called her by her name. She answered, and we chatted. It was nice. I promised her I would visit her store after 4, and when I showed up I grilled her. "Did you tell him you saw me yesterday?" "No, no, I never said anything", she retorted. "He's psychic. Really, he's psychic. He must have known you were leaving. He's really a creepy guy. He's creepy that way".

Coincidence? Did she just see me out of the corner of her eye the day before, tell her husband, and voila! a convergence of souls? Perhaps it is simply an example of the amazing power of our intuition that creates things our limited vocabulary could only call miracles.

Whatever it was, it sure was neat. I felt special.