The Bedouin Woman

There is a chill in the humid air right now. A whisper rises up my back and the hair stands on end. Many coincidental threads are weaving together. How strange it is to me that my life is constantly synchronizing itself. It began with my mother's agreement to her brother. Yes, she would send her DNA sample to the National Geographic Project which traces back generations and generations of women. We discovered we originated from the Bedouins in Africa. Imagine that I had forgotten that when I painted this last week. It's not that I am indifferent to our history, it's just that I am overflowing with necessary projects right now. Later that week I talked about taking a cruise on The Nile with my friend. We went online and clicked 'yes' for a package to be sent. And then the magic weave began to form a pattern last night when my daughter called to announce she will be leaving for Egypt in two weeks. She will live there for one year. We laughed and planned and discussed the departure and I tossed an idea of a trip to Peacock Pavilions; where we could meet and hug. Moments later my other blond child declared that Egypt was her promised travel destination. I didn't know that. Now, in the haze of this Canadian afternoon, I sit here making love to my laptop only to find a treasure similar to Maryam's woman. Who knew all this could work in unison? Who knew that the universe would or could be so precise.