Late one evening I stood on the beach in Laguna with my ear pods in listening to Marc Anthony singing You Sang To Me. Over and over and over. I'd been widowed for a couple of years and spent a year of that time in Rome and then moved back to California; in essence beginning a whole new life. My soul knew something had changed and it made me cry, but this time there were joy and excitement in the tears. As it turned out some deeper parts of my consciousness knew what was happening and compelled me forward into one of the happiest and most satisfying times of my life. I didn't know what was out there in front of me but I was willing to go for the ride. It was a good one.