I find the concept of timing so fascinating. Is anything really serendipitous or is it the universe working its magic? It’s hard to know, but my vote is that nothing happens by chance. People, opportunities, and obstacles are put in our path in very strategic, perhaps well orchestrated ways.
Let me give you an example.
After a stressful day that I had in Ubud, I was feeling pulled in different directions and I couldn’t make up my mind about how I wanted to spend my evening. I had several options and most predicated on “should” statements. Things like “I should wake up at 2am and do Mount Batur sunrise hike” and “I should go to the Supermoon party” Fear of missing out and the thought of regret that I would have if I did neither weighed on me. I said to myself “How could you not go, this is a once in a lifetime trip.” Wasn’t it? Maybe, maybe not. And who’s to say that there is a right way to spend my time in Bali or anywhere really?
My mind, back and forth, back and forth.
When I stopped and asked myself what would make me feel good, what was it that I really wanted to do, the answer was neither. So that’s exactly what I went with.
I don’t think that how the rest of the night played out was random. I went to check out this place called Sayuri Healing Food that I’d heard good things about. I showed up at 6:30pm and when greeted, I was told that there was a free sound healing at 7:00pm.
It was a small intimate group of strangers who gathered together to sing, make noise, share, and hold space for one another. I played the drums, I fully let my inner child out.
At one point the leader cued us to think of a song from our childhood. My mind was blank and then Billy Joel “We didn’t Start the Fire” popped in my head. I shut that one down and then “Old McDonald” came next. I laughed and opted to share that this was the song that came to mind. What came next?
Naturally, she asked me to lead the group in “Old McDonald” and well, I did. It was beyond hilarious.
Back to my point though about nothing being random.
Two men who were there that night mentioned that they had gone to see Wayan, the healer from the book Eat Pray Love. This book had a huge impact on me and so once I realized that she was accessible, I knew just where I needed to be the next day.
I bravely showed up, unannounced at Wayan’s the next morning. I expected a huge line of people and was fully prepared to sit and wait all day until she could see me. I had my snacks on hand because, well, priorities.
The journey to get to her home was rough. By the time I made it, I was in tears. Tears of frustration. Tears of joy. Tears for all of the things. I couldn’t believe I was actually there. I was at the real Wayan’s home. There were no long lines. It was just me.
She was busy preparing for a big ceremony that day and asked that I come back. Completely overwhelmed with emotion, I explained that it was okay, I appreciated her time, and I was just so grateful to meet her in real life. I asked her if I could show her something before I left. It was the picture of me and Elizabeth Gilbert from the 2010 premiere of the movie in New York. She paused and then put her arm around me and told me to have a seat.
I spent the next 5 hours there. She read my palm, told me about my past, my health, and the bad spirits I had inside of me. Then, she performed some healing treatments.
In that time that I was there, I met this woman, who is around my age. We bonded over the weird experience we were having and learned that there was a lot of crossover between our life stories.
I don’t know that either of us was “healed” from the reading or the treatment, but had I chosen to do the hike or gone to the party, I would not have randomly stumbled into the cafe. I wouldn’t have gone to that sound class or met those guys who were with Wayan the day before. I never would have had that experience.
My new friend said, maybe the real reason she was supposed to go to Wayan’s was actually because she was supposed to meet me. Perhaps that was the reason we were both there that day. Our paths were meant to cross. It was just the mutual curiosity about the Wayan experience that created the impetus for us to meet.
I guess for now we won’t know, but it does tell a good story so we can just leave it at that. Oh, and I elected not to go through the treatment of removing the bad spirits, so I guess for now, they are back here in the US with me.