We met for an early dinner at my favorite little Asian restaurant, my friend and I, sharing time together before my trip. A pleasurable, delicious meal...good food, good company, good conversation. Lots of catching up...lots of talk about my up-coming trip...and the offer of prayers and blessings on my journey from this dear friend with whom I have shared a past pilgrimage, our hearts united in purpose and presence, in comfort and connection, in faith and friendship.
A long, leisurely dinner...and then the sweet waiter brought our fortune cookies. Suzanne chose first and though I am avoiding gluten these days, I opened mine, too, just to see the fortune. "You will receive many gold coins, " Suzanne read and chuckled. Then I broke mine open- and began to laugh. "You will step on the soil of many countries," the little white slip of paper read. Suzanne's laughter joined with mine. For how many times has the "fortune" in your cookie really made sense? For me- never. And yet, here it was...a "fortune" reflecting what is truly ahead of me in the coming days...as I step on the soil of many countries...as I journey to unknown places, place my feet on foreign soils. It was a confirmation of sorts, the sense that the universe, the Divine, the Holy is present and active in these plans I have made, guiding my steps along the path, even as I am uncertain about where the path will take me.
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