One of the best things about those experiences commonly referred to as "coincidences" is that they never get old - I continue to marvel at each one that occurs. My husband and I were out on a date in the city a couple of nights ago. After parking the car, we strolled over to an Indian restaurant for dinner, then checked out a few shops before walking over to the community theatre to take in a local playwright's show. Upon opening the program I realized that I had lost my favourite pair of reading glasses, purchased in Italy a few years ago. Disappointed, I mentally retraced my steps and concluded that I had likely left them on the counter in a drugstore, located a few blocks away. During intermission, my husband kindly offered to go back and look. While waiting for him to return, I began chatting with a mother and her young daughter seated beside me ( who were incidentally in the seats assigned to my husband and me since they had not checked their tickets accurately, and we were sitting in theirs). A few minutes into our conversation, I mentioned what my husband was doing. The woman looked a little puzzled and asked, "Were they designer ones?" "Yes, ....... why?" I asked. "I found a pair lying on the sidewalk about a block away and placed them on the retaining wall by the Seniors Home," she replied. What? Really? Still shaking my head, I hurried out into the rain, and sure enough, there they were, exactly where the woman had described leaving them. I returned to the theatre astonished, and thanked the woman profusely. Out of the one hundred and twenty patrons in attendance that night, this mother and daughter were the only two that I spoke to, outside of my husband. I was still trying to process this "coincidence", when in a matter-of-fact tone, the twelve-year-old girl remarked, "Oh, these kinds of things happen to us all the time." Indeed. I smiled, then sat down to enjoy the second half of the play.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
It had been months since I last took part in an ISA evening, and was therefore keen to go earlier this week. The thirteen of us in attendance placed our chairs in a circle, and participated in a group meditation. Familiar images and concepts appeared in my mind's eye, including: the infinity symbol; vibrant pink and gold energy; the inescapable link between love and pain. An entirely new experience also awaited me, related to all of the above. I noticed an androgynous energy-being, appearing as an opaque white light with elongated head and limbs, standing behind me. After resting its hands on my shoulders for a while, it moved around to face me. Soon, I became aware that my gold locket, containing photos of Michael and Kelly, was gently swinging back and forth. At first, I felt confused, but that confusion quickly turned to astonishment when I realized that the light-being was physically moving my piece of jewellery! I acknowledged this act with gratitude, thanking the being for enabling me to have another magnificent spiritual experience. By staying open to possibilities, my perceptions of existence continue to expand.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Other than going out for an invigorating run through the canyon this morning, I spent most of the day working on my book, a rewarding, yet emotionally challenging project. Again today, I thought about how grateful I am that my best friend is dedicating hours upon hours of her free time to edit this book. Even though there is still much to do before it gets published, thanks to her, I can see light at the end of the tunnel. Then late this afternoon, I received a surprise message from a young woman I have never met. This friend of Kelly's, now living in the Okanagan, had communicated with me only once before, via Facebook last year. She was now contacting me to share her delight in recently finding out that one of her new co-workers happened to be a good friend of Mike's. These two discovered their astonishing connection after the young man explained where he lived - across the street from our family's cabin. My heart soared as I read about this crazy, wonderful association, and I can well imagine the comfort and stories they will share. Support can come from those we have known for years, as well as from those we hardly know, and all of it is greatly appreciated.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Tomorrow will be the second time I observe, rather than celebrate, the day of my youngest child's birth. For the past week or so, I have occasionally found myself thinking about how old Michael would have been this year. I would consider the number 27, and toss it around in my mind, trying to make some sense of it. Then, while swimming lengths a couple of days ago, I became curious about this line of thinking. How old he would be is no longer relevant, since he is no longer here. So why does my imagination want to play with this notion? Is it perhaps a desire to hold onto what was? My children's ages were always two years apart, and it remained that way for twenty-five years: a very simple pattern: 2, 4, 6 or 11, 13, 15. The last time the numbers fit was two years ago. It is a confusing process trying to adjust to the idea that such a fact can change, and that counting by twos is no longer accurate. My children are now 31, almost 29, and still 25. Both the pattern and I have had to adapt. Happy Birthday son.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
2013 - a year containing the numerals zero, one, two and three, in scrambled order. While walking along the ocean on this sunny afternoon, an image appeared - that of taking those four digits, tossing them up into the air, then watching them fall where they may. With each subsequent throw, the resulting pattern of the numerals would change. This is one of those rare years in which there is a possibility of all digits landing in a perfect sequence, 0123 or 3210. A great year for taking a chance and shaking things up a little, creating opportunities for amazing outcomes. Let the fun begin!