Today I got my first visitor in Seattle. Probably the most unexpected visitor--Christian from the cruise trip to Alaska. I hadn't heard from him in a while, and I actually thought maybe I wouldn't...in one of his first emails to me, he'd said our paths seemed very different and he didn't know if we would see each other again in this lifetime, and in his last email, he'd signed it saying, take good care of yourself. After such a powerful but unexplainable experience on the cruise ship, it really felt like maybe we'd said all that there was to say, and the only thing left was to appreciate having had the connection and move on. I'd written him one more time to thank him for recommending the Little Prince, and that I hoped everything was good for him. I didn't expect a response and didn't get one, and have since, just kept my eyes and mind forward and have been trying to honor the inspiration from our connection by making the most of my life and creativity.

I was surprised when I got an email from him a few days ago. His cruise contract was ending and it sounded like he was working through decisions about the next step, so I wrote an email back talking about whatever it is I'm always talking about--believing yourself and defining your goals, etc. He had ended his email with, "How about a cup of tea?" And I finished my email saying that I promised that the next cup of tea I had, I would think of him and send him positive thoughts.

He responded by saying, how about a cup of tea with him, in Seattle.

What.

I wasn't sure if he was messing with me or being abstract. He's said before that we owe each other a dance and we'll have it...someday, somewhere (I actually think I know...I saw a vision of it in my head as soon as I'd read that line. But I'm not allowed to say...not until after it has happened if it really does happen). But this gave me chills. Was he in Seattle? Was he coming to Seattle?

I asked when, and he wrote back, Mondays.

Now I was really confused.

I asked if he was suggesting having a tea party every Monday, and he was still being mysterious, sending me a link to his cruise line, saying that he was going to be in Seattle a couple of Mondays and some Fridays. I checked the site and the only date listed for September was the 28th. I couldn't believe it. I'd assumed that the ships travel the same routes so his was locked on Vancouver to Alaska. I didn't realize they have different routes.

Thinking back, I remember that day when I rounded the corner on my way to sign my lease and saw that giant cruise ship (the Infinity) with the X that was the same as the one from the Mercury. I remember thinking that this might be a joke the universe was playing on me, kind of like the Missed Connections paper lantern guy. When I moved into my apartment, I realized that I could even see the Infinity from my balcony. While watching the Infinity last weekend getting ready to depart, I started wondering...what if this is foreshadowing? What if this is a sign? What if...could it happen? (I remember the last note I wrote..."Until we meet again when we least expect it...") Was it possible? In Seattle? Maybe...no. I couldn't let myself think that. I was tempted to look up his ship's schedule, just to know for sure, but I was scared to go down that path, open that door. I wasn't afraid of what I might learn, but just the fact that I would be letting myself chase a hopeless hope, when I should really be staying on my own path and only pursuing what's mine. I knew it wasn't good for me. I'd been warned about not getting distracted...specifically about not playing for something someone doesn't have so I end up losing. So I thought about it, remembered that he said he was going to Thailand in September when his contract ended, figured he probably wasn't even on the ship anymore, so it didn't matter. And I closed the thought.

And then it was the day of the new moon, September 18th. Now 9/18/09 is like 09/09/09 (the 1+8=9), but I figured it would be just a little bit weaker, or maybe things that I had "planted" on 09/09/09 (the day I arrived in Seattle) would come to fruition.

New moons are supposed to be good times to put your wishes out into the universe, to state what you want. On top of that this was a 29 day featuring triple 9's. Despite the fact that I read that because of the Mercury Retrograde and some other things going on that would make the time period between the 15th-23rd difficult, I was optimistic that it would be a good day.

It started with me finding a $10 bill on the street. I'm very good at losing money from my pockets (ask my mom about the $100 bill I lost once when I was a kid). I rarely find money. So I was kind of suspicious, worried that it was bad luck to spend it. I ended up buying coffee and lunch with it. I sat at the cafe for a few hours, but then when I asked them for the key to the bathroom, the guy asked, "You are a customer, right?" "I've been sitting here for 2 hours," I said. It wasn't a big deal, that conversation, but it kind of made me feel hollow. Not like a powerful, integrated shadow, the way I like to feel when I'm observing the world, but insignificant and invisible.

That night, I was sitting in my chair, watching the dark water and the distant light from boats. I felt really sad and lonely. I worried that I was disappearing. I thought about the book I was reading, and how this woman would sit up nights, thinking about her husband flying a plane through darkness, and wondering where he is. I thought about what a hard life, to look out into the blackness, and wonder if it has swallowed all that you hold most dear. I thought about Christian, how he was somewhere out there, and wondered if I would ever see him again. Rie had asked me recently if I still think about him or the things that happened on the cruise. I told her yes and no. My mind does constantly drift to that place in time, that connection, but I make a conscious effort to force myself not to indulge in thinking about it, not to disrupt everything as it is in the past. I told her I didn't have room in my life to cling to things that weren't even real when I had so many things I needed to do, when ultimately I want something and someone in my life who is real, who is there for me, and who I can be there for. I can't allow myself to slip into fantasies that might prevent me from finding what's mine. Someone who I wasn't even in touch with who was already in a relationship is not mine. Plus, outside of that experience with the first guy I ever dated and I didn't know he was cheating on his girlfriend, I refuse to go anywhere near toeing the line with people in relationships, which is why even though I have a lot of male friends who are in relationships, their girlfriends trust me. I don't steal. So I treasure the memory and I treasure his existence out in the world, but I can't spend time building anything on it. There was nothing concrete with which to lay down any kind of foundation, so I don't allow myself to think too much about it.

But as I stared out into the water that night, I found myself missing him. New moon, I thought. Put out there what you want.

What did I want? Did I want to see him again?

Yes, a small voice inside me echoed, sadly.

Enough to wish for it in words?

I hesitated. A person should always be careful what he or she wishes for. What if we saw each other again and it negated the beautiful connection we had? What if nothing happened, and I just felt stupid tomorrow morning for trying to drum up magic for things I shouldn't be concerned with?

It didn't matter. No one would know but me.

So in my head, I said, I would like to see him again. I would like to know that we are both real.

And in the distance, a train rumbled by.

Later that night, I got an email from him after not having heard from him in months. It was a pleasant surprise but it made me anxious. I think I was feeling a little bit down, so I wasn't feeling very trusting of the universe, so I put it away to read again later. Then it rained, and that was the night I took pictures at 4am.

Fast forward and I look up his schedule and the only Seattle date listed for September is the 28th. So I'm thinking, cool, I'll see him next week. I'm shocked, amazed, thinking this is pretty unbelievable, and write him back with my cellphone # to let me know when he's free.

I go to bed and wake up every hour. I'm having really disjointed dreams, and at one point Brian wakes me up at exactly 3:00am with a text with a line from a Royksopp song. At 4:34am, I wake up again. I note that there's only 1 clock, but the time adds up to 11. At about 6:20am, I wake up from a dream where I'm trying to help a friend's girlfriend with something, but she's acting really resentful towards me and I don't know why. We've always had a good relationship. It was a frustrating dream. I see that dawn is breaking, and go out to the balcony to take a look at the water. I see a cruise ship going by slowly, all lit up in the darkness like a ghost ship. Later, it returns and docks. I go back to bed.

I'm woken up by my cellphone ringing just before 9. It's a number I don't recognize. A man asks me if he's woken me up, and he has, and I think I know who this is but I'm not sure. I ask who this is, and when I hear the accent, I know it's Christian. He asks me what I see from my balcony. As I'm opening the door, it hits me. "ARE YOU HERE????" I look out and sure enough, there's a cruise ship at the dock, and it says Celebrity Cruises on the side. "The question is, is that the Celebrity Mercury or the Celebrity Infinity?" he said. I'm so confused. I thought he wasn't coming in for another week. But...why would he be calling me unless he was really here?

I couldn't believe it. This man whom I thought I might never see again, was currently TWO BLOCKS away. I don't think I ever really let myself believe in this reality. It just seemed too surreal and...like asking for too much. Yet, this was what my eyes were reporting.

We met up on the skybridge that connects the cruise terminal to my neighborhood. Walked around, stopped in at Borders where he got me All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum (which is ironic because I didn't go to kindergarten). Had lunch at a french cafe off of Pike's Market. It was comfortable and happy...it felt like seeing an old dear friend, like picking up ideas and conversation where we had last stopped. Yet...this penetrating feeling of having recovered something that had been thought lost...this feeling that I couldn't believe this was real, but regardless, it was important to appreciate it because it was here. It was an experience that made me feel thankful. It was an unexpected gift.

To whom it may concern,

Thank you.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.