fate“You have to go to this lecture on meditation next Tuesday night. My wife doesn’t want me to go,”  Ralph, my fellow student whispered to me during classes at the hospital.

“What is meditation?  If  your wife does not want you to go, why should I?”  He answered,  “It will be good for your consciousness.”   I rolled my eyes, “What in the world is that?!”

That was 1973.  I was 20 years old, and really had never heard of meditation.  I don’t remember why I went to the talk,  but I was intrigued, so I drove alone to a lecture given by a thin guy  in his late 20’s .  He had very clear eyes, was clean shaven, seemed very happy and  wore a suit and tie.  The room smelled of sandalwood incense although I did not know that’s what it was at the time.

I signed up to learn Transcendental Meditation and have practiced meditation twice a day for 38 years.  I happily reported back to Ralph, but his wife still did not allow him to get involved.

As we come up to St. Patrick’s Day, celebrated on March 17,  some of us think of the luck of the Irish and shamrocks. I’m not sure if it was luck, fate, or serendipity that I happened to leave college after one year, then take classes at that hospital where Ralph happened to be at the same time,  but I am grateful for that moment in my life.

That moment of fate changed the trajectory of my life

I’m not sure what other path I would have followed, but I became more clear, centered, intuitive and happy.  My decisions became based on following my heart.  I moved to Florida which I had dreamed of doing, and  once there, just happened to meet many meditators in that community.

I became more health conscious and became a vegetarian. After living in Florida for three years, I decided to finish my college degree in Iowa, where all the students and faculty meditated twice a day.  My fellow students were a joy and delight to be with.  We were not interested in the normal drinking party college scene, but we did have fun at  dances and get togethers. Our conversations were interesting, thought-provoking and often philosophical.  I’m not saying this is the best or right for everyone, but it worked for me and I am grateful for it.

I felt lucky then, and feel it now.  Does that mean that everything goes my way? Not at all.  I just choose to notice the serendipitous moments instead of the crappy ones.

Do you believe in luck, fate or serendipity? What are some of your ‘lucky’ moments?

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