Right Time, Right Place

Monday, January 8 ~ Ojai, California

I hear Debbie, my downstairs neighbor starting her car and run outside to say hi. She was in Hawai'i when I moved in and we've barely seen each other since her return.

"I just thought it would be a good idea for you to have my phone number," I say, passing her my business card.

Moments later, I'm back in the house and there's a knock at the door.

It's Debbie. Clutching my card (which reads Writer • Inspirational Speaker & Mentor • Shamanic Sound Master/Healer • Visionary Artist), she exclaims, "God sent you here."

"God sends me wherever I go," I reply.

And it's true. As I've traveled the country over the past 25 months, I'm so often reminded of the perfection of where I am. Sometimes, it's the place. Sometimes, the people. Sometimes, I recognize that perfection. Often, I don't.

Today, even as I can't know why Debbie said what she said, even as I can't grasp all the reasons I'm in Ojai in this house at this time, her words remind me once again that I'm in the right place at the right time.