In, what I like to call, my former life, I had a interior designer and a mural artist.
The mural artist, Carol Cartwright, introduced me to the interior designer.
I was probably 27 years old living a privileged but empty existence.
The interior designer had been a nurse, in her former life.
In retrospective, she may have recognized her younger self
She had been married for over 20 years and raised a family.
The marriage was shallow and eventually ended in divorce.
While she was a nurse, she fell in love with a cardiac patient.
They married and united their grown children and ex-spouses
into a large extended family. They celebrated holidays and even
Her beloved husband passed seven years into their enchanted marriage.
What is lucid in my recollection is her sharing: "Those seven years filled
me like the 20 years never could."
Recognize the light bulbs of your life.