As the Wheel Turns

After you've lived with someone a while you sort of know what they are thinking. Or hopefully do. Sometimes it can go woefully wrong, resulting in gross misunderstandings.

But when it works out well, it's awesome.

For example, after a recent storm Rob and I were driving home in separate cars. He was in front of me. I was driving down the road looking at various trees down and other damage from the storm, places of people we know, places of people we don't know.

I made a note of one particular spot where there was some damage and it made me think the wheels of Karma were turning somewhere.

My phone rang. It was Rob who asked, "Are you feeling bad about it?"

"Not at all," I said.

"You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Yep."

He asked, "Who were you on the phone with a second ago?"

"I was trying to call mom to tell her how I didn't feel bad about it."

He laughed. I asked if HE felt bad about it.

He says, "Definitely not."

"Okay, see you at home."

We drive the last couple of miles to the house and as we pull in the driveway I see we have a lot of storm damage ourselves. As if the unseen forces of the universe could forsee our lack of compassion for someone who has been detrimental to us in the past, could see our lack of forgiveness. It shows me that, indeed, those karmic wheels turn for everyone, not just those we judge as unsavory.

Shame on them, but maybe shame on me, too.