🎸✨ I call them Divine accidents—those chance encounters that feel anything but random.
My usual place in Brisbane wasn’t available, so I booked a quirky little boutique hotel with a communal deck that overlooked the street. Great spot to write.
Across the street stood a massive, church-like building. Curious, I wandered over. Turns out it wasn’t a church at all—it was a concert hall built in 1891. The building showcases a distinctive Romanesque style, with Byzantine-inspired turrets and intricate brickwork made from over 1.3 million red bricks, all produced locally. (I borrowed that description from their website—lest you think I actually know what I’m talking about.)
That night, there was an acoustic guitar concert. Jordan Brodie and Elias Bartholomeo. They were… wonderful.
I enjoyed the music tremendously. At one point, while listening to an unnamed composition, I closed my eyes and found myself on a busy street, walking. In the middle of it all, I wandered past a peace-filled park… and then drifted back to the busy street again.
Jordan also plays guitar at a local hospital for cancer patients. Gentle chords that offer a kind of medicine all their own.
And me? I transport stem cells and bone marrow—for those same cancer patients. A different kind of healing, brought in from far away.
We met that night—by pure chance. His concert, my unplanned stay across the street from the Old Museum. Two paths, quietly converging. Two ships passing in the night.
Not arranged. Not expected. Just… meant to be.
🧠“Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” — Albert Einstein
🧵 “In the tapestry of life, we’re all connected by invisible threads. Sometimes, the knots are the most beautiful parts.” — Anonymous
🙏 This is Nomad Santa, reminding you: In this small world… we’re all neighbors.