There are no coincidences
I wrote the penultimate post about all the wonderful things that have happened in my life since my life became not so wonderful and it dawned on me, yet again, that there are no coincidences. I didn’t come to where I am by virtue of not being aware, or with eyes open, quite the contrary, in order to hear the message, you have to be prepared, and so it is that having gone through the realization that I’m not a super hero and I am human, it has helped me open my heart in a bigger way than it was before.
The other day I was at Clever watching Evan play music and a guy walks up and says he was just speaking about me, and then the person he was telling that to walks up and verifies and then I introduce him to the person I’m speaking to who had just been speaking about the place he used to work – no coincidences.
We were racking our brain trying to figure out what to do about the dogs while we are away for two months and I even asked friends whether they might be inclined because of Heidi who is human and cannot be apart from us and the house etc. A guy comes into our sphere who lives in North Carolina who happens to be Cuban, who happens to have been adopted, who happens to have a mother whose nickname was LaLa – this man is now in charge of the LaLa while we’re gone.
Would you feel in good hands? I do. We almost want him to move in on a permanent basis!