Nyala and I have been traveling together since we left Florestral yesterday. Just yesterday? Another lifetime.
We’ve found ourselves at this beautiful little hotel in Dominical and decided to linger for at least another night. We’ve been musing over life and the insights gained. It’s been beautiful to watch her grow and change and understand more about herself and her life and her path. She keeps saying she’s reborn, a butterfly, finally knowing joy and bliss. It’s honestly infectious and an honor to be near. I don’t know how long we’ll stay together, but for now all signs are pointing to there being more and more to unpack for both of us. More and more things making it clear we were supposed to find each other.
The man she met who told her about Florestral just left the 10-day vipassana sit that I’d wanted to do in San Jose. And yesterday when I told her so much about [17], I literally said I had another story for her, but it wasn’t the right time to tell her. And then at breakfast today she gets a message from Ohan saying he’d left his sit early. And suddenly I realized he was where I almost was. And she was unfamiliar with Vipassana, so I told her about it and then told her about my story with [17]. And I just… the timing. The coincidences. It’s all too much to be chance. And Ohan is in Dominical. And we’re meeting him tonight. I don’t know. It all feels very Celestine Prophecy.