Enter Tyler and Frank

"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” - Paulo Coelho (whom I have previously asked to be married to in some future life. Maybe. I am now rethinking it a bit)

Having been expertly and lovingly walked towards the road of choosing solar power, two things happened:

1) my friend Destiny asked me if I had ever contacted Tyler. I had no idea who Tyler was so I answered that no, I had not. She reminded me that she had told me about Tyler a while back, and had sent me his phone number. That he is a great guy and knowledgeable about solar installations. No recollection. Which is not a good sign. Or maybe it's a good sign that I reserved this info for a time when I would be fully ready to hear it? I am going to go with the latter because it feels a lot better. Being a good friend, Destiny sent me the number again - a 360 area code number - and within a very short time, I received a message from Tyler saying: "Whazzzzup Washington???" In normal times, which these aren't so much, I may not have found the greeting endearing. Yesterday, it made my heart smile a little.

Tyler, born and raised on Whidbey Island, just a few miles from my US home, was going to meet me and talk solar. In English. This felt purty good.

2) Having read my last blogpost, a Canadian friend who lives here part of the year put me in touch with a gentleman named Frank, who is also an expert on all things solar. Frank and I chatted and he gave me some great pointers as to what to do and what not to do. Finally, he connected me with a company he recommended warmly. I immediately called and David said that he would have Matias call me. Matias he said, worked close to where I live and had tons of knowledge.

GOOD STUFF.

Except that because I have become a little tender about navigating contacts and relationships lately, I am now slightly unnerved by having  two great new sources of info. How will I navigate them both? What if I offend one by choosing the other? I am noticing all of this and making a mental note to tackle/wrestle/heal this new way of being before it takes root.

Within minutes I am on the phone with Matias and because the universe is kind I very quickly find out that he and Tyler work in tandem and for the same company!

EXCELLENT STUFF.

Tyler arrived right on time at the meeting point and we made our way to the house. There, he explained everything clearly, in English and with ... how do I say this? ... I don't know. I don't really have the words for it ... familiarity? There was no barrier, no cultural Twister game I had to maneuver, no nothing in the way. Weeks ago, had Tyler been my first contact, I would not have noticed and if I had maybe would not have appreciated it. Today, it felt like being in a hot bubble bath with Chet Baker playing in the background while someone baked apple pie in the kitchen.

I needed this.

Especially considering that Jorge was somehow working alone, quietly chiseling the concrete for the electrical lines. On a Tuesday. The day after a "Monday off."

I was glad to have Frank's guiding point with me as Tyler answered a few more questions, shook our hands goodbye, assuring me that he would be in touch shortly, as well as Matias. And that we could do this.

While his car turned up a big cloud of dust leaving the field, I took a breath and made my way to the house to talk with Jorge.

I bet I inhaled a bunch of dust.