Continuing on...

well - from the last post really. Fate.

In the last month I have come across: a friend I haven't seen for almost ten years; a work colleague and friend I haven't seen for six years; a cousin I haven't seen for four years; my father who I haven't seen for six months; two potential new jobs; money on the horizon; networks when I need them; and someone nice I'm talking to.

Coincidence? Fate? Luck? Part of the critical mass?

Someone tell me what I'm doing right here - coz baby! - I wanna stay on this roll!

Fate yada yada

Ya know when you have those times where everything seems to kinda click into place?

Things feel like they are meant to be. Some people believe this is fate. It could be the fact that you are on the right path to where ever your life was meant to go, originally, before you hit all those snags along the way.

I think this feeling usually comes when some sort of major life change has occurred. There tends to be just a wee bit (or in some cases a lot) of gravel in the road that seems to find your face more often than you would like when the change first happens. But after awhile the road smoothes out, and it's plain sailing from there. Of course, with the road being a lot smoother, there's more time to check out the scenery around you... Yep, that drive is all of a sudden much more enjoyable ;-)

Anyway - where was I going with this?

I'm having that kind of day - or month. Everything seems to be panning out just the way it should! But more than that, I seem to be "bumping" into people, good people, from my past that I haven't seen in years - out of the blue. Call me weird or kooky if you like, but I see these "bumping intos" as signs that I am on the right path for my destiny or fate right now.

I read in The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield) - moons ago - that these chance meetings are a part of a critical mass, "Where our paths towards spiritual awakening are pushed forward through a series of mysterious coincidences." (Redfield, www.celestinevision.com, 2006).

Interesting way of looking at it huh? Actually, that was a damn good book! If you're into that kind of thing, it's worth a read. It has many more alluring insights to mull over next time you're in the "pondering life" kind of mood.

Check out: http://www.celestinevision.com/


Peace out.

Ode to K' Rd

What I love about K' Rd (Karangahape Rd) is the diversity. Diverse people, stores, cultures and more. So much to offer. I'm damn proud to be living around K'Rd!

K' Rd has this sinister and sleazy kind of reputation. That all the crazies, prostitutes and druggies hang out around that 'dodgy place'. Well - this rep holds some truth to it. But it's the judgement that goes with this reputation that does this area no justice.

I enjoy living amongst the "crazies". I feel at home. Perhaps that makes me crazy too. Who knows.... It's a place of little judgement. People accept you for who you are. Rich, poor, scummy, slutty, druggy, poncy, prim and proper, artistic, gay, straight, asian, indian, muslim, maori, european - whatever. There is an underlying acceptance.

To me, this place is a true snapshot of what makes Auckland or any other city a truly diverse and vibrant place to live in. Diverse people living from one extreme to another without (much) judgement. You can be who you are, whatever that may be.

Most people around K' Rd are some of the most approachable people you could ever meet. Show a little respect and a friendly face and they are happy to strike up a conversation with almost anyone. What I have learned and experienced from conversations with people on K'Rd leaves me in absolute awe.

"Normal" people are too busy trying to be normal, or something they are not, to ever have anything original to offer. A bit harsh, and of course a generalisation, I know... but it seems that the superficial level of our lives has sprawled itself to the outter most parts of the world like a killer virus. It's more usual than not to be encircled in towering walls of protection and judgement - preventing us from ever connecting with or knowing someone honestly - let alone ourselves.

It's like the most of the only "real" people left in this world are the ones who are often referred to as freaks who decide to not conform to the norm. They are original. They have something unique to offer to this world. They are not clones. They are brave.

I honour people like this in my life. They teach me more about people and myself than I could ever learn from reading Metro magazine or the latest cosmo. Give me a person with real unique and unusual life experience any day.