I remember seeing Julienne while I was working at school in the UK. Our eyes met and it was as if we had known each other in a previous life. She must have been another old soul. Funny how the old souls just know each other without ever meeting. I smiled, nodded and kept on where I was going. I did turn to look and found she had done the same. Yup, another old soul.
She was outside of my work again and asked if I remembered seeing her a few days ago. We talked from there. She had asked what days off I had and we got together on those days. My first memory of her was how she was so full of life. Her laughter was infectious. I felt so at ease with her. I started to tell her about old souls when she stopped me mid-sentence and finished what I was going to say. From then on we made many wonderful memories.
One thing I did notice about her that she was a great prankster. And she was wide open about them. Did not matter where she was or how many people were around, she was full of herself with laughter when she was that way. I liked doing a little joking with people but it was done on a more intimate level. One time we were hanging our feet in the water of one of the Queens’ Gardens. She “dropped” a little of her washing up liquid in the water. It was not long before bubbles were forming. The thicker they grew the more I wanted to get out of there. Not her. She did not do things to be noticed in any way. She did not have an ego that needed to be stroked. She just loved life and living…..and laughter. She was such a breath of fresh air in the city where hardly anyone ever smiled.
She took me to a beach that was different then the others we had gone to. She loved taking pictures and I was not one to want my picture taken. As she lay on her towel, I went out to take a dip then meandered around the beach. Unbeknownst to me, she had taken two pictures of me. When I saw them my first thought was OMG….my hair. Salt water and my hair never got along. I was also in awe of how long my hair had been. Luckily enough I had brought some of John Frieda’s product to put on my semi wet hair to help it to behave. When she was done taking her nap and I was done meandering around the beach and rocks, we just lay closer to the ocean to talk. I miss those days. I miss our talks.
I ended up modeling for her, for her job she worked for. We also did shoots for charities. In time she struck out on her own and did very well. It was fun at first but it got really tiresome never really having any time for myself. It seemed a camera followed me everywhere. I met a lot of new friends and went to lots of different places but it was nothing like being home. I was not one to move around like she was used to. I spent a lot of time near or in the water or horseback riding. I much preferred nature to being in front of a camera.
I heard from Miss Julienne recently. The ever present prankster let me know by putting pics on my FB. It was in the evening of Jan 1st. I was getting ready to shut down to try to get some extra sleep. A popup telling me someone had liked one of my pics. I did not think twice where I was tired but it was not long before I realized that I did not post any pictures so went back online to look. There were no words that could have completely described how I felt but I got what she had posted off of my FB and changed my settings so she could no more post what she wanted. The prankster was at it again.
I have since spoken to her. She has not changed at all. Her laughter is still infectious. And she still lives life to the fullest. Nothing can ever replace those times. I had been blessed to find another old soul in my lifetime. We surely did have some crazy times, Miss Julienne.
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