It's funny, when we were planning to meet, the three of us, no one talked about how we'd know each other. There was no, "I'll be wearing a bright green sweater." Granted two of us already knew each other, in fact had grown into an amazingly deep knowing in the past few months. But we'd never actually met the third, and even though we'd seen pictures on her blog, those are never a guarantee of knowing.
When I walked up behind Amber at the airport as she stood in line to check her bags I recognized her before I even saw her face. Our hug was that of sister friends reuniting. When Carrie walked up to us a bit later, I had to remind myself watching their hug that this was their first meeting as well.
There was no awkwardness or shyness or small talk to fill the spaces. We picked up where it seemed we'd left off the last time we saw each other - in our virtual world.
The air was full of our conversation and laughter and questions. We inserted words for each other, shared the vocabulary of spirit and truth and healing, understood the unspoken. As I sat in the booth at the restaurant, Carrie to my right, a window onto a world of people carried on giant wings into new adventures on my left, I watched Amber sitting across from me and felt a bridge - a wholeness born of our gathering in this jumping-off place.
We are women from three different decades, decades that form a bridge of experience, wisdom, and hope. Amber in her thirties, Carrie in her forties, me in my fifties - joined by hearts seeking truth and healing. And we learned from each other, not only about each other, but messages from the Divine given to each of us from each of us.
At one point I worried that Amber might miss her plane. No one was paying attention to the time. A part of me wouldn't have minded if she had - I could have stayed there forever basking in the energy of our combined spirits. But in a continuation of the perfect timing of the day, she checked the time just in time. We claimed every possible minute together, talking right up until she was swallowed into the warren of security restrictions. Hasty hugs goodbye, not disappointing in their quickness, most likely because we knew, we know, this was just the beginning.
Rainbow picture from Flickr