hanging on the telephone

i think i was working some serious cosmic ley line mojo last night. the universe had apparently decided that for that night (and that night only! get your tickets now!), i was going to be a one-woman central communication hub.

odd. ordinarily, it's rare that my telephone rings and it's someone other than the usual suspects on the other end of the line. but last night i had not one but two people who i've not spoken with in several months decide to pull my number out of the rolodex and say ciao!. needless to say, it made me very happy.

the first phone call was a bit strange. the culprit was an old friend of my ex-boy, whom i'd seen nor heard hide nor hair of since early september. calls me up out of the blue (twice, both times interrupting other phone calls) to see if i (and x amount of my closest friends) woule be interested in going to a movie premiere and its open bar after party. sounds good, i say. bring me some gin! my guess is that he'd just heard from the ex in some capacity...perhaps something to do with the novel he just finished, i don't really know. it's funny...now that i no longer speak to the ex on a regular basis, i find it strange to picture him speaking with americans. eh, whatever.

but i ramble!

phone call number two: a lovely lady also refugeed from the land of sarah lawrence, whom i've not seen since october. before that, i'd heard nothing since before i left for england. she is one of those that's absolutely worth her weight in fabulousness. i was really pleased she called. i think we're going to try and meet up sometime this weekend or next week or something. needless to say, i'm looking forward to it.

i can't help but wonder...the fact that all these people are finding their way back into my life...does this mean i'm anchored? do i seem stable now?

healing happens in mysterious and subtle ways, maybe. i guess to a degree i am starting to feel stable again.

pish!