Manifesting 101: Gifts From the Universe

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Listening to Love Walks in by Van Hagar and trying to absorb the sliding doors that had to open and close – the subway cars that had to pull in and out of the station to facilitate the soul healing incidents of the weekend.

Yesterday morning I woke my daughter up to tie my shoes so I could walk to Safeway to get a bouquet of flowers I would deliver to the firehouse as a token of my appreciation.

The service they did for me?  I’d only been out of Urgent Care some 35 minutes.  Not in a great mental place.

On my way my laces came undone.  Not wanting to trip I stopped in at Starbucks and feeling humiliated – I couldn’t tie my own shoes – asked a sweet woman half my age running crazy for the morning crowd if she could tie my laces.

I felt – pretty awful.  Embarrassed.  I promised after getting flowers from grocery across the parking lot I was coming back to have coffee.

And get a treat for my daughter – just to be nice – not as a price for tying my shoes – how I felt about the barista.

This wonderful woman double-knotted my laces.

Ginsu Moment.

Showing my age I know.

I selected a beautiful bouquet I was going to put in a backpack I’d pull over a shoulder.

Sling keeping the other busy.

I approached two ladies to help me put the flowers in a plastic sleeve so they wouldn’t drip into my backpack.

I was going to tuck a sweet in as a treat for my daughter.  Soggy?  No good.  Explaining this mess to the kind woman who took time out of her busy morning to help me?  Forget it.

No Way!

One of the women laughed and said “Two peas in a pod!”

The woman who helped me with the flowers?  She had the same type splint on her left forearm!

She’d fallen off a ladder and broke her arm in the same place!

Fast forward and dear daughter and I are walking to the door at the fire station only to see a sign for business hours.

Sunday isn’t one of those days.

There WAS a sign that pointed to an old-fashioned doorbell “Press here for service.”

And another that read if an emergency dial 911. Delivering flowers to say thank you?  Um.  No.

It was a great feeling handing over the bouquet and thanking the men and women who’d heard about my adventure.

As to Synchronicity?

I was told it was lucky timing.  Apparently the crew had just closed out a call that enabled them to go to Starbucks for some java.

And help someone they had no idea was waiting for them.

Be well.

Podcast Resource Update

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Sharing a quick update that I’ve added links referenced in the 2nd Podcast episode to the Podcast Resources page.  What makes this interesting in a synchronistic way is one of the stories I mention in this Podcast has to do with the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.  To understand why it’s particularly interesting I need to point out I wrote the script for the 2nd Podcast in early May.  I had no idea there was any sort of event regarding the Edmund Fitzgerald in the works.

If anything I’d think they’d do something in November.

Then I read the news this morning.

Turns out today is the day of the Edmund Fitzgerald Memorial Swim.  Specifically, the 50th anniversary.

Wow.

I love synchronicities because it’s the universe telling us we’re on the right path.  To round this out I’ll share a story from the Podcast.

My maternal great-grandfather emigrated from Scotland to Detroit whereafter he owned a shipping company.  One of the ships in his fleet was the PS Tashmoo.  The bell from the Tashmoo is in the Maritime Sailors’ Museum in Detroit.

The bell that Gordon sings rang 29 times for each life on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

My Story

I used to have a very cool sweatshirt with a picture of the Tashmoo on it.  Years back Aaron and I were walking in Union Square in San Francisco when an older couple stopped us.  The man said “The Tashmoo?  How do you know about the Tashmoo?  You seem awfully young for that.”

I explained the ship was part of my maternal great-grandfather’s fleet to which he told me he and his wife who was standing beside him had their honeymoon on the Tashmoo.  He told me what a wonderful time it was and went on to share stories about her grandeur.

Have an awesome day. I hope life brings synchronicities that make you smile.

Be well.

Marking the Familiar Through Time

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I have always been fascinated by coincidences.

What Carl Jung calls synchronicities. 

 After observing one this morning I was inspired to share.

This is reflective of the new writing project which is in progress.

Life’s Helpful Messages

I view coincidences as wonderful markers along life’s path.

A reminder we are not alone, that the Universe is working with us.

I’d recently been considering comments heard years back from a number of people who chose a specific part of the country to raise their families.  What they had in common was describing the area as “Like the Seattle I grew up in.”  

Twenty plus years earlier.

Some had come back from clear across the country seeking the peace of mind raising their family in a familiar energy would bring.

Or so they thought.

I ran into some of these folks some time later and found their updates amusing, if understandable.  They had since relocated out of the area because the lack of change translated to a feeling of powerlessness and isolation.  

In one case the woman said Richmond, Virginia was far more progressive and she was thinking of moving back.

Though they didn’t move back to the Eastern US, they did move to an area that was, in their words, more normal for raising a family.

The area would fit the description of a typical US suburb.

Along with other details came complaints common of many throughout various areas in the country, including frustration with schools and other annoyances.

Annoyances that were familiar enough to give them a sense of familiarity and thus that peace of mind.

I considered how people living in an area can form a silent agreement to keep things as they are because they like it that way.

It makes them feel safe and/or normal and brings peace of mind.

There may be no real motivation to change anything since nothing is broke.

I further considered how even slight resistance to change can make it feel as if time has slowed.

Something I find disconcerting, personally.

When I came across this article this morning I couldn’t help smiling at the irony given I was just thinking about the subject.  

Coincidence?

While the town is beautiful and I’m sure charming, it’s a place I wouldn’t want to live as my perception of time would be skewed beyond my comfort zone.

As it was during Covid lockdown, something I’m still recovering from.

I find it fascinating the people of the town are so in lockstep and considered what sort of person or family would be so charmed they would perhaps relocate there.

And what the change would be like for them.

I can appreciate the draw of peace and beauty and familiar traditions such an environment would offer.

Even if the passage of time doesn’t seem to be one of them.