A Life Imagined

I suppose I could write quite the blog post here about my own life.  With a title like that it would almost make sense that I would write about the life I imagined that I might have.  The one where I was happily married, living in a beautiful home in Santa Cruz with my loving husband, my two well-behaved dogs, steps from the beach, in a community that adored me and supported my creative endeavors. 

However, that isn't even the life I ever imagined for myself, if I'm going to be completely honest about it.  Not at all.  I was not the little girl who ever really imagined herself married.  Or as a mommy with children.  I did imagine myself as a gypsy.  Quite frequently.  With a very magical crystal ball.  Traveling around in a circus wagon and telling people's fortunes while dispensing magic potions that would make them well.  Wearing colorful layers of velvet and silk and lots and lots of silver bangles so that I jingled when I walked. 

Yes, that was the life I imagined.  Never in one place for too long.  My heart never belonging to any one man.  Or woman.  But to everyone.  Because I longed so to be a part of everyone I met.

However, my intention is to tell you about another life entirely.  One that I imagined today when I came across some papers that had fallen out of someone's pocket.  I often stumble upon papers like these.  Neatly folded.  Creased just so.  Intentionally kept in a pocket and unknowingly lost in the snow while out walking in the canyon. 

Because I walk Buddha and Stella so religiously, I am often the finder of these lost paper packages.  I always pick them up.  Always.  I always investigate them.  More often than not they are just receipts.  For various things.  Meals, library books, gasoline, money withdrawn or deposited at the ATM, groceries purchased.  Nothing too remarkable.  Yet there is a life that is revealed even in the most mundane of receipts. 

Today's package was slightly different.  It contained an e-ticket.  To Costa Rica.  For James Sullivan.  It also contained three receipts for three different thai restaurants here in Salt Lake.  All visited within the last week.  James Sullivan likes to eat Thai Food.  I wondered if he was trying to stave off a Thai Food emergency before he hopped on his flight to Costa Rica?  Was he worried that he wouldn't be able to find any Thai in Costa Rica and had to eat as much as possible before he departed?

His e-ticket stated that he was scheduled to leave today.  I'm guessing that since his e-ticket was on the path in the canyon, he was able to print out another one.  I'm hoping that he didn't decide at the last minute not to go?  And then I wondered...did he fall in love with a waitress or waiter at the Thai Restaurant and abandon his trip completely? 

It could have happened.  One never does really know?  It's all just a guessing game from the clues found in the paper package left on the trail. 

There's also the possibility, you know, that James Sullivan is planning on opening his own Thai restaurant and was merely eating at all those other establishments in the name of research.  His trip to Costa Rica is to help him decide if perhaps a Costa Rican restaurant would be a better choice! 

Again, we just don't know.  We can only guess.  All we know is that his name is James Sullivan.  He's got a plane ticket to Costa Rica.  And he likes Thai Food.  A lot. 

The rest is just a life imagined.

Comments

[Dave from Bristol]

Imagining someone's live from some snippets found?

I think there is a film, sorry – movie -, in that.... or has it been done?

[punxsyphil]

Wouldn't women have as many problems as men? I'm just asking.

[ronfortoby]

In my comments on "Speak Now Or Forever Hold Your Leash!" I wrote "stop dreaming". I would like to take that back. I did state that I was only kidding.
I am, through my mother, of gypsy heritage and have dreams of freedom to roam the country again. (not into 'velvet and silk and lots and lots of silver bangles' though).
Your longing to be a part of everyone you meet is actually happening, here on this blog. It is for me anyway.
Peace and love - lots of it.