Priscilla’s voice came to Gaff from the land side of the beach. “Hallo! Another fabulous day in paradise!”
Gaff grinned, but he waited for Priscilla to reach him before responding, “That it is. That it is.” His eyes searched the water and the sky.
Priscilla’s eyes followed his gaze to the fluffy clouds scudding across the blue field of the sky. Background music was provided by crashing waves and gulls calling. Her voice was colored with awe, “I love this place.”
Gaff only nodded his agreement. He turned to see the black book in Priscilla’s hands. “Doing more of those lessons?”
It was her turn to nod. “I got a bit behind, but this one seems to summarize it all for me right now. ‘Let all things be exactly as they are.’”
Again he nodded and said a silent prayer of thanksgiving to Mother Water.
Priscilla sat on his cooler, resting the book in her lap. “I was heading to Sally’s when I got the urge to come visit you… You’ve heard me complain about all the things in my life that haven’t gone the way I hoped. Difficulty getting published. The loves that ended before I was ready for them to. Bobby said that you two talked about how we were turned away from visiting the Indian sacred grounds when we went to the reservation.”
Gaff nodded, remembering.
She laughed. “I’ve been reading that we learn from the problems as much or more than from the successes, from the relationships that cause us pain as much as from the happy ones. And then this lesson tells me that everything is exactly as it was planned… and that I shouldn’t try to change them. I get from it that the lessons are there just where they need to be and just the way they need to be.”
Again a nod. Then Gaff spied the tip of his rod jiggling up a storm—a fish on the hook. He pushed himself out of his chair to tend his rods. Priscilla followed.
“If I’d married Evan, I wouldn’t have come here alone and I wouldn’t have met you… or Bobby. At the time, I didn’t think that anyone could be better than Evan, but I know that Bobby is perfect for me.” “We get plenty of proof that the Source knows more than we do.” He fought the fish to reel in his hook. It was a big one throwing itself all over the sand trying to beat its way back to the water. That’s the way it happens most times: fighting the deviation from our plans.
Priscilla gave a thumbs up to show her appreciation of the fish. “I’ve been saying that things are in divine order and hear you say it, but only when I read this lesson did it really hit me. I mean, I suddenly saw the whole picture for the first time. By seeing that everything is perfect just as it is, I realize that I waste time and energy trying to force things to change.”
Gaff put the fish in his cooler and took out more bait. “If you do manage to change the way things are going, you might even muck it up.”
Priscilla grinned. “The friends who have come and gone in my life. The romances…”
Even that annoying woman whose hobby is yelling at her family and anyone else close enough to hear. And the Ugly American tourist who disrupts the peace in order to get his own way.”
Priscilla suddenly turned to walk toward Sally’s house and called over her shoulder, “Every one of these things serves to make us better if we allow ourselves to benefit from the lesson in them.”
“It’s all in the way you see them, isn’t it?”
Priscilla’s “Oh, yes!” drifted to Gaff on the wind.