Flowing through the streets of San Miguel, the gusts of chilled wind and dark skies threaten a storm. Nonetheless my heart was bright as the sun. Not even the blister forming on the back of my heel could leaden my step. That being said, the responsible thing to do was put a bandaid on it if I was going to continue walking. I strode into one of the most glamorous resorts in the city, on the hunt for a bandaid, and walked right into a vaguely familiar face.
“I just tried giving you a call.”, says a man in his seventies. “Oh!”, I exclaim, “Of course you did! I’m sorry I’m late!” It’s twenty minutes after 6pm and my mind flashes to plans made in a moment of distraction the evening before. I had briefly connected with this man at the close of a sound meditation. “Should we head to the rooftop?”, I ask remembering that it was my idea to meet here for the sunset view. “It’s a bit windy, why don’t we have a coffee down here.” The man says. I smile and reluctantly agree, wind or not I had been looking forward to the day’s sunset.
We walk over to a cleverly disguised Starbucks counter. He talks college football while I muse over how the universe always has got my back. As we sit down he flirts with me and I dead pan to his one liners. Curious as to why I’m here, I oblige as he guides the conversation. I find us talking about the most dismal things like divorce until I ask outright, “Why did you ask me out for coffee?” “Well, because you’re cute. I felt we had chemistry.” He says with a half wink and the charm of a toupee. “I see...” it-is-better-to-be-kind-than-right mantras through my mind as I choose my next words carefully. After all, I was hoping that he was interested in hiring me as a meditation teacher, so in a sense I was agenda driven as well. “Look you’ve got to be about the age of my grandfather.”, I kid around, “but I do believe we have something to discover in one another.” I mean, why would I flow straight into my forgotten appointment on the opposite side of town from my house, walking beyond logic’s desire in-spite of my blister and the wind? We had codes to share.
“Tell me about yourself.” I implore. Turns out the man sitting in front of me was a federal judge for twenty years. Retired, he travels back and forth between his homes here in San Miguel and Belize. We talk politics with the unique perspective of an insider. We talk about original hope, jaded dreams and corruption. He shares inspiring stories from his early days, always buttoning it up with how things are different now. I ask him what he would do, say he had a magic wand and no rules applied. By no means is this man a dreamer, a full on Trump supporter with hints of unconscious misogyny. But his point of view was intriguing and I could hear the lilting hope of a boy from Berkeley begin to pick up near the end of our talk.
I thanked him for his conversation and the tea before stepping into my taxi. On the ride home I recalled a song my mind had stuck on earlier in the day... it sang something about the young and old coming together to educate and inspire one another. This is what we did, we shared our expertise and unique experiences, to provide the tool for expansion and a vision for change.