Lately I’ve been noticing some eerie cosmic coincidences. I’ve heard mentioned lately that Mercury is in retrograde, whatever that means, and sometimes that causes dissonance. But . . . I have my doubts. Seems like a whole lotta harmony going down.
Example 1
Take my efforts to sell my mighty Clam shelter (shown above). I bought it back when I lived in New Orleans, and it was an amazing asset when I camped with my girlfriends and we used it as a communal kitchen and gathering place. We even did vision boards in there. On another trip with children we played card games in there. We shared our meals.
I carried the Clam around with me here in California for a year, and used it occasionally as an office. And once it was used for guests camping with me. Eventually it seemed too big (7 ft. long, 45 lbs.) to carry around for only occasionally creating extra space, especially as I have refined my systems and figured out how to create an office with my 27-in. iMac under my awning (see below) or in the T@B.
So I unloaded the Clam and stored it in my sister’s garage (thanks sis!) and listed it on Craigslist. Twice I got responses from folks who where interested, but I was not near the garage and could not follow up. As my future travels will take me far from the garage, I thought I’d best pack the Clam back up in my vehicle and sell it somewhere down the road.
Just recently, though, I decided that I’m organized and brave enough to travel back to New Orleans for the winter to meet up with so many people who love me and whom I love. And of course, New Orleans! And plans for more campouts with my friends have already begun. Now I’m thinking: Oh man, I need the Clam! We need our gathering place. So it was a total benefit that I never hooked up with those who would have bought the Clam. Thank you, universe!
Example 2
And then there was yesterday. My spiritual sobriety community was holding a yard sale to raise money for some members who lost their home in the recent fire. It was to be Saturday at the Spiritual Oneness Center in town. The last time I was at a meeting with these folks, on Thursday, one of them said: “Kathy, you’re coming to the yard sale, right?” I assured her I was.
But yesterday morning I was immersed in my work and decided to stay at camp to make progress. Late in the afternoon, the dog and I headed down to town for our daily city walk. We always park in the town center and then walk up the main drag, cut over, and walk down through a quiet shady neighborhood.
Toward the end of our loop, I realized we were coming up on the Spiritual Oneness Center (which has the “Today I’m Grateful For . . . ” dry erase white board outside) and I could see the yard sale still set up. Oh, no! I said I would come and then I didn’t! I was about to face the consequences of my flakiness.
I approached the area and a friend who also brings a dog to our noon meetings, called out: “Kathy, you’re just in time for the meeting.” What? I’d totally forgotten that there was a support group meeting at this very building at this very time on this very day each week. I had never attended. But here I was! I protested that I couldn’t attend because my dog was not allowed in the building, which was an old converted cottage. She said we could leave the door open. Or I can put a chair outside the small room and attend the meeting that way. So I parked the dog with her water in the shade of the covered porch. I sat inside where she could see me, and she stayed planted in center of the doorway so that the few who arrived after us just petted her and stepped over to enter the room. Of course, it was a very moving meeting and I felt totally connected to my fellows.
As I set out on more travels and more journeys, my guess is that this magical, mystical hand of cosmic poetry will be guiding me, holding me, and taking care of the details. All I have to do is play along. I’m ready. Let’s go.