3/3/2020

To my Grandkids,
176 days until India.

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   So today, I was determined to get away from my phone for a while and get out in nature. Thankfully, it turned out to be a BEAUTIFUL day! I went out to a spot about 30 mins from my house where there is a natural fresh water spout that comes from a mountain. The water is super pure because it comes right from the top, and drains down and is untouched by man. I only went out there to get some water, but when I got out there, I decided to adventure up the mountain a little bit. I started climbing up some huge rocks, and it was so peaceful. All the rocks were covered in beautiful healthy green moss.. The sun was shining down, the sky was clear, and the breeze was flowing through the trees. I kept climbing up the rocks, and found one that was completely covered in moss, and the sun was shining perfectly on the whole rock. It was only about 45 degrees out, so it was still chilly, but I really wanted to take off my shoes, so I ditched the shoes and walked around barefoot on the moss. It was cold, but it felt so refreshing on my feet. I sat up there for about 20 mins and enjoyed the fresh breeze. The spot is right above a highway, a river, a train, and another mountain on the other side of the river. I watched cars pass and wondered what each person was up to. They didn’t even know I was right above them, observing, wondering, living and existing just as they were, but on a completely different path.. 
    After about 20 minutes of relaxing and walking around in the moss, I decided it was wayy too cold to sit up there barefoot (the rocks also had ice on them, it’s still winter!) I went back down to the car and got the jugs that I brought for the water spout. (and picked up some trash on the way back to the car because there was some plastic laying around ugh, why can't people just respect the earth and pick up after themselves??) I grabbed my water jugs and started towards the spout. There was a small motorhome parked at the spout, but nobody around it. I started filling my jugs and a little old man walked out of the motorhome. I said hi to him and the first thing he said was “hey- I’ve seen you before--?”  I had no idea who this guy was but he swore he had seen me before.. We started talking, and eventually got on some pretty intense topics.. We talked about life, and how we are taught from a young age to act and live a certain way- following a set of invisible rules that make up our up society. We talked about dreams, and how the dream realm is just as real- if not more- than “reality”. What even is reality? (hahaha I'm not crazy I promise) The question spun in conversation for a minute. We discussed traveling, and living life to the fullest. Why do we waste time living a life of what others expect from us? Happiness is only achieved from following our own heart. When we are children, we should be taught how to meditate and connect with yourself, rather than depending on other people to form our thoughts and opinions. People live their whole life wandering around like lost sheep, searching for something to satisfy their temporary feeling, rather than taking the time to dig deep and figure out what they truly need, and what their purpose is. We discussed the possibility of knowing each other in a past life. We could’ve been best friends, married, animals crossing by, siblings, etc.. The fact that we both felt like we had met, but had never seen each other makes me feel like there is a deeper field of existence in some way- A field that connects us all through life, and existing in different forms at different times. Passing by the same people, and new people, learning new lessons and feeling grateful in every passing by. Meeting people and connections old and new, each for a purpose. Coincidences don’t exist. There is always a reason you end up in the same space and time as someone or something. It’s not accidental. 
​      I was attracted to him like a magnet. His energy was so positive and loving, I could’ve stayed and talked to him for hours. Before we parted ways, I gave him a big hug, and he told me I was a teacher, and I'm meant to help others.
     For a second, the sun shined right into his eyes, and I could see he had the exact same eyes as me, freckles and all. I love him.
    We hugged again, and finally parted ways. 
    The second I got in the car, I realized how amazing that moment in time was. A true divine connection, perfectly planned out by some greater being. Something, somewhere, what ever you may believe in- is out there..
     I am so grateful that I met him,  again---?
Chris, until we meet again..

I’ve had a beautiful day, and I hope you have too. Take a minute to be by yourself and be grateful. Even though I don’t know you yet, I love you. Who knows, maybe I’ve met you before in a different life…


Love,  your crazy nutjob Gramma J :)



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