I had just finished gardening for the day and was walking towards the station house to sign off when I saw a figure in black clothes with a black beret standing by the outer door.
I got a slight shock of recognition. "I know that soul" I said to myself as I crossed the car park towards him. He seemed to be waiting for something and also looking for something in his bag, so I decided if I was right and he had a soul connection with me he would talk to me.
When I came out of the station after signing off, he asked me if the bus to Carlisle stopped there. So I explained that he would have to make his way to the other side of town for that.
To cut a long story short, the bus driver gave him wrong information and he had no idea where he was. I guessed he was in his late 70's so I offered to take him home, find out the next bus time and walk him to the bus stop.
He agreed, and we sorted things out and set off for a lovely walk along the river to the bus station. We had plenty of time so we chatted idly. He was a Roman Catholic priest who had lived all over the world and had spent the last 20 years in a hermitage in Northern England. He was truly a most delightful soul. We had a love of nature, birdwatching and spirituality in common.
I did not mention knowing him, though I did say I knew he was in need of assistance. I did not say he was an old soul friend of mine but I smiled inwardly as he mused over why the bus driver would drop him out of his way.
We stood by the weir and watched the heron fishing (which means it stands and does nothing at all) He said the sound of rushing water was one of his most favourite sounds in the world. So we stood in that wet music together and I cherished it.
Then suddenly the bus came and he shook my hand and thanked me for my kindness. And he was gone.
I have had a heavy heart for several days now, but this old friend turned up out of the blue and lifted me. Thanks Higher Self!
I got a slight shock of recognition. "I know that soul" I said to myself as I crossed the car park towards him. He seemed to be waiting for something and also looking for something in his bag, so I decided if I was right and he had a soul connection with me he would talk to me.
When I came out of the station after signing off, he asked me if the bus to Carlisle stopped there. So I explained that he would have to make his way to the other side of town for that.
To cut a long story short, the bus driver gave him wrong information and he had no idea where he was. I guessed he was in his late 70's so I offered to take him home, find out the next bus time and walk him to the bus stop.
He agreed, and we sorted things out and set off for a lovely walk along the river to the bus station. We had plenty of time so we chatted idly. He was a Roman Catholic priest who had lived all over the world and had spent the last 20 years in a hermitage in Northern England. He was truly a most delightful soul. We had a love of nature, birdwatching and spirituality in common.
I did not mention knowing him, though I did say I knew he was in need of assistance. I did not say he was an old soul friend of mine but I smiled inwardly as he mused over why the bus driver would drop him out of his way.
We stood by the weir and watched the heron fishing (which means it stands and does nothing at all) He said the sound of rushing water was one of his most favourite sounds in the world. So we stood in that wet music together and I cherished it.
Then suddenly the bus came and he shook my hand and thanked me for my kindness. And he was gone.
I have had a heavy heart for several days now, but this old friend turned up out of the blue and lifted me. Thanks Higher Self!
