The unexpected forecast last weekend was for dust in the wind—at least in my hometown.
Not coincidentally, just a couple of days ago I looked much like the young boy you see pictured here.
If you read my recent blog on romance and all things related, you will remember that I wrote a letter to the Universe. In it, I described in specific detail the man I would like to add to my life. What I did not mention in that blog was that the closing to this little ceremony involved burning the letter. I was then planning to cast the ashes into a moving body of water. For those of you not at all into New Age energy, this may sound slightly nuts. That’s OK. You don’t have to think it was a stellar idea. Just stick with my story for the laugh.
I had the best of intentions—disposing of these ashes at a beach that had been a favorite of mine while growing up. But the Universe, ever my foil, decided to have a bit of fun with me yet again.
One of my oldest and dearest friends met me for a quick meal while I was in town so we could catch up with each other. I then suggested we head to the beach, as it was a beautiful day. Plus, I had mentioned to her my desire to conduct a little ritual with the ashes. She, accustomed to my crazy ways, acquiesced and accompanied me.
When we arrived at the beach, I decided the pier was the best place to disperse the ashes. Children were playing in the shallows and it didn’t seem right to sprinkle them with my soulmate requests. Plus, their parents might object slightly to a grown woman wading amongst them and scattering ashes. I joked to my friend that I should yell, “Bon Voyage, Grandma,” as I scattered them. People might think I was slightly off but not as off as if I shared that I was scattering the remains of a letter to the Universe asking for my soulmate.
Kelley waited on the beach as I stepped over the downed fence that was supposed to keep people off the pier. I ignored the sign telling me not to walk on the pier, as I had since I was a teen. It was just the gulls and me as I opened the small bag of ashes I had brought. I found the perfect spot in the middle of the pier and decided to dump the ashes into the choppier side of the water, thinking more movement was better.
I bent over from the waist, legs slightly apart, as I opened the bag and let the ashes drop. Only they did not drop—they flew into the wind, a steady westerly gust, and directly into my face, my clothing and all other bits of me. I never was very good at wind direction. Perhaps a finger in the breeze might have helped prior but it was too late now.
I heard Kelley before I could see her (my view being obscured by—you guessed it—ashes). She was laughing so hard, doubled over, that I was worried she was going to tilt into the water. After my initial stunned reaction, I couldn’t help but match her laughter. As I collapsed on the pier with giggles and she doubled over on the beach with the same, the people around us looked first with curiosity and then could not help but smile themselves. I’m not sure they knew exactly why we were laughing but it was contagious.
This must have gone on for a good five minutes before we could stop, happy tears flowing and stomachs hurting from the exertion. When she finally caught her breath and wiped her streaked makeup, I believe she told me it looked like a cloud of smoke passed between my legs. I can only hope it then fell in the water at some point, instead of smacking some poor swimming child in the face.
Here we are after we cleaned up. We could barely look at each other for awhile because it sent us into gales of laughter all over again.
I find it beautifully ironic that the Universe threw my wishes for a soulmate back upon me, as a reminder that I’m always my own best companion. But, also not lost on me is the fact that my wishes were released with one of my best loved amid peals of laughter. I have to believe that wishes in the wind, released with such joy, can only bode well.