Everything's Going My Way

When things don't appear to be going my way, they are actually going my way.

Yesterday, to take advantage of the lovely weather we were having for a change, I decided to go for a walk in IHampstead Heath. I meant to leave at a certain time but I was distracted to read an article in Pride Magazine about a singer called Rihanna. Then I had to listen to her latest single, Umbrella, didn't I?

By the time I finished listening to music, I was no longer in the mood to go to Hampstead. I figured I would catch a bus into town and maybe stop off at a bookshop. On the way I picked up a freebie magazine. I read this guy's article about how he had been having such a terrible Friday 13 until he went to a party and met a woman he fancied who said she liked men who looked unconventional, which he does. They had fun dancing and went for a meal. The guy said the evening turned out to be very unexpected.

When I got into town I wasn't in the mood to go into any bookshop. I figured I could always jump off the bus when we came across a nice park, but I kept coming up with excuses why I shouldn't like: "I have to cross the road to get to that park and I can't be bothered," or "I'm sure it's too cold to sit in a park" Finally, I had this strong urge to get off the bus and catch another bus from the same bus stop to Hampstead Heath. OK, Hampstead, here I come! Even though when I arrived at Hampstead, I still had to cross the road to get to the Heath, it didn't matter. By then I was in the mood to enjoy the Heath.

I headed up to "Parliament Hill" which has a lovely view of London. I watched several people flying kites, which I adore. Then I went for a long walk. It turned out to be a lovely evening and it was still sunny. I marvelled at how bountiful nature is and picked a few blackberries on the way. I made a mental note to visit the park in a week or two when all the blackberries will be in full bloom so I can have a good gorge, that is if the birds don't get there before I do.

After my walk, I figured I would get a bus to Kings Cross and catch another bus home but then I saw another bus approaching the stop. This bus goes via a different route and is a lot quicker. It was caught at a traffic light, which I thought would give me ample time to make a dash for it and catch it at the bus stop, but the bus didn't stop at the bus stop as there were no passengers. OK, fine! I'll just have to catch another bus, won't I? The next bus was going to Kings Cross, which I got on.

When the bus I was in was approaching Kings Cross we got stuck at a traffic light. I saw my next bus approaching the stop. By the time the lights changed, the bus I wanted had gone. OK, I'll just have to wait for another bus, won't I? Finally my bus arrived but there were no seats available. OK, I'll just have to stand, won't I? I found a spot to stand. I noticed a guy sitting close by and at the back of his black jacket were the words: Lucky + 13. Wow, I've just read a piece about Friday 13 and I'm standing next to a guy with this jacket. How lucky is that? After a few stops, a woman sitting right next to where I was standing got off. How lucky is that?

I noticed the woman next to me was reading a book called The Outsiders Within. My friend said it was about how Southeast Asians were in Australia way before white settlers arrived. She said she was reviewing the book. She said she's very interested in visual art. I told her I studied media and cultural studies at university. She's from Perth originally but has been living in the UK for twenty years. I told her that years ago I travelled with a friend around parts of Australia. We talked about how huge it was to travel around, and how hot it was at the time I was there. She shared her love for Aboriginal art and I said I once went to an Aboriginal art exhibition at the Australian embassy. She asked me what I did and I said I was a writer. I told her I believe that no matter what's happening love is and I record my experiences of love. I said our meeting was another example of love in action. I gave her one of my blogsite addresses. She said she was expecting an in-law who she doesn't get on with. She tries to love him but they still don't get on. I recommended an article I had written which she might find helpful. It was lovely meeting my friend.

It would seem that all those twists and turns I had during the day occurred so I could connect with a friend. Everything was going according to plan after all.

No matter what the appearances, love is all that's happening.

Enocia

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