Kismet, Fate, and Destiny- A WILD BUNCH

by Deena Remiel

Isn’t it WILD how certain events happen and certain people enter our lives at poignant points? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I am a strong believer in making my own way, being proactive rather than reactive, and yet I can’t help but notice that my seemingly independent decisions and actions are being influenced by something beyond me.

Let’s start with my husband’s and my decision to move from New Jersey to Arizona. How often do we find ourselves in complete accordance with our spouses? But one fateful day, we looked at each other and said the same thing: Let’s blow this clambake! And from that day forth, until we moved, every day there was some comment heard or picture seen that related to Arizona. A little freaky, no? These ‘signs’ further solidified in our minds that our decision to move was a right one.

Now let’s look at something really WILD. My father passed away in 2005, and since that time, I have felt his presence around me quite often and have been comforted by it. Over the past few years, however I have noticed that there are clusters of time when I hear or see his name everywhere. Now, his name is not a common one, Fred, so it gives me pause. Soon thereafter, something big occurs – good or bad. I have come to rely on Dad’s visits. I perk up and take note, becoming an acute observer, taking more time with decisions, and ready myself for an inevitable or destined event.

Most provocative, in my opinion, have been the chance meetings of people who have become dear friends and the ensuing opportunities those friendships have created. And conversely, opportunities that I chose to take advantage of have led to wonderful friendships. But were these meetings really by chance? Was it purely my decision to join RWA and the local chapter, to submit poetry for publication, or to join Decadent Publishing? In all cases, my friends and I keep joking around saying how these events and meetings were meant to be, fated, kismet, destined to happen.

As much as I would like to think I am the creator of my own destiny, I have come to believe that I have had some help along the way from beyond. Yes, my husband and I chose to move. Yes, I wrote Trinity, Relic, and Brethren Beginnings. Yes, I joined RWA and Desert Rose. Yes, it was only my finger that pushed the ‘send’ button. But my life, I have come to accept, is fated. And all the people I have been meeting on this journey, all the friendships that have developed, all the opportunities that keep presenting themselves are placed before me to either accept or decline.

I could list all the ‘what-ifs’ and the answers would be astounding- starting with what if we didn’t move. I had no time back east to read, let alone write. Yes, my life would look very different right now. If I remain wise and open to the signs set before me, I can make smart decisions that lead to positive results. And just who is offering these signs? Kismet, Fate, and Destiny, a pretty WILD bunch.

Are you reading the signs they’re setting out before you?

Hugs,

Deena Remiel