One indication that I have met a good friend, is their love of synchronicity. Belle Burch loved to make connections, gather and tie things together that no one else can see. When she told me she attended a French school and could speak fluent French, I wanted to take her to meet my friend, Virginia Hambley, as soon as possible. Virginia and her family are in line for the throne of France, if the monarchy is ever restored.
A year ago, my friend of seventeen years, got down on one knee, took my hand, and proposed marriage to me. I accepted. The next day she forgot what she had done. Virginia was in a terrible automobile accident when she was twenty and suffers from memory loss. A week later I proposed to her, on one knee. I put a cheap and garish ring on her finger knowing it would all come to not.
When Virginia was thirty, she got pregnant. Her mother made her get an abortion, and tied her tubes. Virginia would probably forget she had a baby. She asked me for my surname again.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and Elizabeth is coming to visit from New York. When I met Belle, I had a vision of extended family, where Virginia would be the second mother. I have longed to see her holding a baby. She has never been married.
Here is the synchronicity between Virginia and the movie Pan’s Labyrinth. When I learned that Belle’s parents were involved in a Labyrinth Walk I was never more believing in a divine reality that invites just a few to partake. We are going on a Labyrinth Walk. This is the real deal.