Serendipity?

Four years ago I wrote an author who had mentioned my Aunt Charlotte and a yodel she had learned as a child in the Congo. The yodel was incorporated into a peice of classical music and recorded in the early 70's; rereleased apparently in 1998.

The author wrote back to me today wanting to get in touch with my aunt and ask her a few questions so i forwarded the email to her this morning.

"I will contact this guy.  It is strange that this should come today because on Saturday I am flying out to see Eleanor...who wrote the piece the features the African yodel.  She is dying of cancer and I want to see her one last time.  I will tell her about his inquiry."

so that's was her reply to me.

Serendipity most would say, perhaps I too. Eleanor gets to hear that total strangers care about her work, still. And that will come from a very old friend. And this from an initial contact of four years ago with nothing since.

I love the way things work sometimes
nothing until the time comes
and then all at once something happens,
out of the blue as it were,
springing from seeds of the past
or sometimes from thin air
and the world shows that it remembers us
and perhaps even cares

and in all things, somehow, i cannot help but feel blessed.

Cheers,
Donan