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A little closer to home


On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have 3D Design and today was my first class. Here is what I learned:

  • My professor is from Chicago and so is my father.
  • My professor is “around 52-years-old.” My dad’s right there with him.
  • My professor lived and worked in New Hampshire and taught at Keene State College while my sister was still going there.
  • My professor had an exhibit at Bridgewater State College in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I applied there.

My professor makes me feel a little closer to home during this time when I’m feeling super homesick. Nothing is coincidence. That’s just how spirit works.

On another note about home (New Hampshire), my oldest sister told me about this video. Tony and I think it’s absolutely hilarious!

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It was like bringing Christmas to Ethiopians.


For the past two months, I’ve been saying to Tony that I want a puppy—preferably a chocolate lab. We decided that if we were to get one, we’d wait until I was done with school this term so I’d have more time to take care of it.

As spirit would have it, when I came home from class last night there was the cutest little puppy lying on my living room floor!

Jeff, mine and Tony’s roommate, knew I wanted a puppy so when our neighbors offered to give her to us for free, he said he would wait and see if I wanted her.

Well, duh! Just look at her! She’s friggin’ adorable!

“It was like bringing Christmas to Ethiopians.” That was Jeff’s way of describing my reaction to seeing the puppy. Oh, man. My heart just melted when I saw her!

Our upstairs neighbors found her abandoned, infested with fleas, covered in dirt and with crud in her ears. They rescued her and brought her to the animal shelter to be cleaned. The shelter workers told my neighbors that if the puppy was to stay at the shelter, they would have to put her down, so they took her home.

We know nothing about her but we think she’s part lab and we think she’s about five or six months old.

I had the hardest time trying to figure out what to name her. I tried several names to see her reaction: Olivia, Anna, Emily. Nothing. No reaction. Then I tried Eva. Her head jumped right up and her tail started wagging. Eva is Hebrew for “giver of life.” With her given circumstances, I think it’s very fitting.

Eva is the newest member of my family. She’s sweet, cuddly and incredibly rambunctious. But I love her!

Me: “It fills the void of not having a baby.”
Tony: “I didn’t know there was a void.”
Me: “I figured it was best I didn’t tell you.”

He and Me


“You’re my distance, destination of choice
I’d give anything just to hear your voice
I could’ve passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times I miss the voice
That goes unheard

What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something
Never to be undone”
            -Course of Nature, “Caught In the Sun,” Superkala, 2002

Tony and I have only been together for four months on May 29th. It seems like we’ve known each other forever which is why it seemed only natural for us to move in together after only knowing each other for two months. And that’s why it doesn’t feel weird that tomorrow we will be getting a family-share cell phone plan together.

He makes me happier than any guy I’ve ever dated. He is sweet, but not always. He is supportive, fun, and gets my lame sense humor even if he doesn’t find it funny. He’s dorky, adorable and incredibly sexy. We are good for each other, and we connect mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually.

There are a lot of weird things that tell me Tony and I should be together—other than my psychic, Shirley Janney, saying we are soul mates and were together in a past life.

  • I am from Rochester, New Hampshire and Tony is from Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It is a short 30 minute drive from my house to his. Tony was actually born in Rochester.
  • One of Tony’s elementary school best friends was Gary. I dated Gary as a freshman in college for about a month. Gary and I decided that we were better off as friends and grew to be best friends for several years.
  • Tony went to high school with the only guy I was ever in a serious, long-term relationship with. Tony’s father knows my ex-boyfriend’s family. Both families are from Portsmouth.
  • Tony and I both moved to Savannah because we love this town and hate the cold, snowy, New England winters.

Before, I would say that all of these strange occurrences are just a coincidence. But as my dear friend Murray Silver would say, “Nothing is coincidence.” Everything happens for a reason. With all of the common people we both know, we could have met in New Hampshire. But we didn’t. It took us both moving 1,100 miles away from home to find each other. And that’s how spirit works.

In the past four months, Tony and I have only spent a handful of nights apart. He’s leaving on Thursday morning to go back to Portsmouth for five days. It makes me sick thinking about being away from him, and it makes me sicker thinking about how pathetic I am.

I can’t help but think . . .


. . . That’s how spirit works every time I find myself in a bad situation and the outcome is in my favor.

Last night, Tony and I went to the Relay for Life at Atlantic Armstrong State University. The company I’m interning at, Georgia Heritage Federal Credit Union, participates in several charity events, and our team is in 3rd for money raised with this year’s Relay for Life.

We left around midnight. As I was driving North on Abercorn Street at 50 mph, I began to notice a figure of a person in the middle of the street. I started slowing down as I thought he was just crossing the road.

No. The man stopped in my lane while I was still going about 37 mph, looking straight at me and pointing at me to get into the lane to my left.

I freaked out. I slammed on my breaks and swerved to my left to avoid hitting this deranged man wearing pants and a hospital gown. Then I freaked out even more as I realized I didn’t look to see if there was even another car to my left before I switched lanes.

I pulled over and had Tony drive us the rest of the way home.

I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t kill this man who looked as if he just escaped from the mental ward. I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t crash into a car while trying to avoid hitting the man. I thought, that’s how spirit works. Then I thought about how I’m a horrible person for not calling 911.

I didn’t kill this man, but I also didn’t do anything to help him. Spirit saved us all last night. Now I’m waiting to see what karma will do to me for not helping.