coinky dinks

(www.katlarson.com)

met this chica above about two years ago. "met" being a relative term. we became pen pals of sorts via the internet. i can't recall who found who first, but i remember reading some of ms. kat's writing and thinking "whoa! are we the same person?" her voice and opinions seemed to be coming straight from my head, only they weren't, she was speaking them. a year ago, i had the pleasure of viewing her labor of loves at a gallery in seattle's ballard area, and the same thought occurred as i viewed her paintings, "can this chick quit biting my steez & get outta my head?"

forget that she's a cancer, i'm a cancer. we both grew up in north end proper. she went to high school with some of my best elementary school buddies. my mom used to order my birthday cakes from a pilipino bakery that her family owned (and i later found out this same bakery exposed her to child labor.) we were born in the same hospital within days of each other. but, as we both approach thirty, we had yet to meet each other in person.

a couple days after the new year, we finally agreed to meet up. the same day, i had lunch with my sister and niece. as delicious as the deep fried adobe was that day, my stomach certainly had a different opinion. just as i was about to call kat to reschedule our meet and greet, my phone rings and she asks to reschedule because she's having tummy issues because of her overconsumption of pilipino food. what the heezee? another freakin' coinky dink. we agree to meet the next day.

about 30 minutes before our meet-up, we text each other at the exact same time saying that we're both running late. yeah, no comment on that. but two years and a million digital correspondences later, the soul sisters finally meet. she exuded the wisdom and radiance that i assumed she would and the conversation was as cool and comfortable as if i were talking to someone i've known since birth.

i could go on about the philosophies of coincidence...but these encounters pretty much speak for themselves.