The other day a girlfriend and I decided to take an adventure day trip to the bluffs at Palos Verdes. We are the least two likely people to take an unplanned adventure, but heroically we managed to end up in one (and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves).
As we sat at the end of the hike, out on the rocks by the tide pools with the waves crashing and the sound of the rocks tumbling in the water's movement we realized we both ended up exactly where we needed to be.
Both of us had long weeks, for different reasons, and we were both tired. But we decided to come together, celebrate the good things happening in our lives, to share the things that are still difficult, inspite of our energy levels. We came without plans or agendas or expectations, and we ended up right where we needed to be: at the beach, by the water, sitting in connected silence, and intermittent conversation.
After I thought about the phenomenon of we two planners adventuring and ending up in a place that was healing. I realized we had to risk to get there (we didn't know where we were exactly heading). We wouldn't have ended up there without one another (I wouldn't have hiked as far alone, she may not have headed north). And through following our instincts our souls were fed.
I wonder, had we planned our excursion if we would have returned as rested? Or would we have worn ourselves out further? Maybe or not. Either way, there is something beautiful for me in the idea of us stumbling together into exactly what was so life giving.