Synchronicity, Karma a.k.a We’re All Connected
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know where to begin. I happened to be in the office today (a rare occasion in my field) and while on a break from work, a name popped into my head. Kelly. Some of you may remember me writing or talking about her. Some of you may not.
Kelly was married to Steve. Their break-up ended under dark circumstances: he had been diagnosed with cancer and was undergoing radiation and mid-treatment, she left him, but before she did she said: “I don’t want to inherit your debt.” Good going.
Well, karma is a bitch sometimes.
Like I was saying, her name popped into my head and I wanted to see if I could find out where she was, what she was doing. You know, stalk her. I fired up that engine called Google and started my quest. There are a lot of people named Kelly in the US. Did you know that?
I digress, perhaps stalling the inevitable. I did not find her, I did, however, find her mother. She is an artist, painting using Sumi-e technique. Her mother has a fairly harrowing story, but that is not what I am writing about. While scrolling through her art, I happened upon a painting of a Persimmon (one of my favorite fruits, by the way). The painting was dedicated to her daughter Kelly who is…
…battling AML (Acute Meyloid Leukemia).
I don’t really know what else to say. It’s sad and terrible and I hope she fights and beats it. But there’s a teeny part of me that can’t help shaking her head and thinking, “Karma’s a bitch.”