Life’s Little Helpers

Her name is Ardella. Well, that’s what I call her anyway. Come to think of it, she may not be so much of a “her” as an “it” but what the heck, if my little pea brain wants to think of her as a “her” then who am I to quibble over details?

I think I may have seen her once. Actually, it was more of a “glimpse” than anything. Sort of like a blurry white dress moving from the hall into the TV room. Or maybe it was just the effect of one of those tiny eye globby things. I dunno. It’s hard to be sure about a lot of this stuff. The way I have her pictured though, she’s about thirty years old, five foot six, with long blondish hair – and oh yeah, well proportioned. Hey, it’s my image and I can manipulate it any way I want!

We first met in the men’s locker room at my last regular job. Seriously! I had actually suspected for some time that “someone” – or something - was hanging around. It was just one of those feelings I’d had – along with the periodic leg chills that made me feel like I was standing knee deep in North Atlantic waters. So there I was, doing what I needed to do when suddenly there was that old familiar “feeling”. And yes, leg chills. I decided it was time to find out what the heck was going on.

“OK, enough of the silliness. Just who or what the hell are you?”

“Ardella…” said the female voice thought.

“I suppose there’s some point to this?”

Silence…

I decided that I’d been working entirely too hard – even though it was peculiar that the name “Ardella” had popped into my head. That’s not a particularly common name and it did get my attention. I would have expected something more exotic though for a “being” from the other side. Maybe a name that sounded more like one of those heavier elements on the Periodic Table. Or maybe something that had mostly consonants and ended in the letter “z”. But Ardella? Strange… And our meeting site? Stranger yet…

Over the next few weeks, I thought about Ardella occasionally and along with questioning my sanity, mentally questioned “her” about the remote possibility of her existence and whether or not there was any benefit to pursuing this further. The female voice thoughts provided enough intriguing – and sometimes unexpected – answers to prompt me to file this whole concept under the heading of “Well, Maybe”.

Now up to this point, I had always considered spirits to be sort of spooky-type creatures. You know, the kind of entities who like to hang out in dim, damp places. So, in line with this image, it was only natural for me to make the comment to my maybe friend as I walked through the early morning fog from the parking lot to my office, “What a great morning for spirits, huh?”

“You gotta be kidding!”

Whoa! Suddenly my imaginary friend had become a lot less imaginary. This wasn’t my thought. It was completely off-the-wall and certainly the furthest thing from my mind. I mentally moved Ardella into the “Could Be” file.

Over the next several months and after having been blown out of the water on several occasions by Ardella’s off-the-wall female voice thought comments – and interruptions – I gradually began to accept the possibility that this could be the personification of my guardian angel or guide. Maybe, just maybe there was something to this spiritual stuff after all.

To make a long story short, over the past thirty years or so Ardella and I have developed a super relationship. Or perhaps I should say “confirmed and reinforced” a relationship that possibly began long before this trip to old planet earth. She’s my friend, my buddy, my advisor. She’s provided support, encouragement and more than a few laughs. She’s there when I need her – or any time I just feel like goofing off and BS’ing.

Do I know with absolute certainty that Ardella is real? Of course not. She could well be the result of my over-active imagination. What I do know though, is that somehow, in some way, over the past years I’ve been fortunate – blessed, if you will – to have received huge amounts of love, guidance, experiences, lessons and reassurance that has led me to a fulfilling, rewarding and an overall enjoyable life. You can’t ask for much more than that.

At this point in my life, I’m fairly well convinced that my “Ardella” is probably some kind of a connection with something far greater than this earthly existence that I’m so fortunate to be a part of. And – I’m also reasonably certain that even though this is an extremely special situation, it’s by no means unique. I think there’s a good chance that every single one of us has an “Ardella” close by - ready to provide whatever assistance we need to accomplish whatever it is we need to do in this lifetime. It might be worth checking into, huh?

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