A Story of Serendipity

Smiley

Yes life is changing now

a ‘woolly fella’ has followed me

and now he’s here

most happily

in a welcoming home with love and fun

and children playing,

bushland walks and gardens to explore,

he certainly asks for nothing more.

I had just driven back from interstate,

journeying with my Poppy’s Spirit,

visiting ‘our oval’ and every wetland along the way

in remembrance of her each driving day.

Then I was home again

and I yearned to nurture an animal friend,

when I heard Spirit calling

in the middle of the day

“look for him, you both need play.”

Following the call………

I was keen to ‘up and go’

to see what Spirit had to show,

so off I went ‘in the flow’.

There is much serendipity

in my daily life

and I am so grateful how he came to be,

how I left my desk immediately

and drove quite far

to where he was,

just arriving,

at the animal shelter,

so as I got there

he was wondering what and where?

Perhaps, I thought I was guided there

to maybe walk a Foxy-cross,

who was ‘on hold’, for someone else.

But, we were there to meet each other

as he was like a forlorn child,

being cuddled by a volunteer

and ‘surrendered’ there

for adoption

‘I saw him’ and took that option.

So, instead I walked this small dog down the track

and neither of us will ever look back.

Straight away,

he’s in my car, riding home,

I give him a happier name

so now he’s “Smiley”, with a soft lick-lick,

sturdy and gentle,

just shadowing me,

“there is no order of difficulty

in miracles”.

I am happy to share my comfort and Love,

a peaceful home for both of us

and contentment in our unity,

we are where we are

and we are meant to Be.

 

This happy story is about being open to an opportunity, without any expectation of how the miracle will be presented to me.

And it unfolded and happened with very much spontaneity.

And indeed serendipity.

Believe it or not, several years ago, when Poppy and I were journeying the same interstate route and I was learning acoustic guitar, at every ‘off-road stop’, I found a guitar pick!!!!!!! Astounding and I was just so very amazed……………

Along the highway, I found a guitar pick on the grass, at the oval, in a very small country town. That was a Bart Simpson pick!!!

Two hours later I found a dirty orange pick on the bitumen at a roadhouse. It was looking like it had been run over, but I was delighted to find it!!! 

Then over the border, several more hours later, I was walking Poppy through the wetlands, and there on the sand, was a dull black USA guitar pick, with a fading,embossed walking tortoise on it.!!   Yes Truly.

At the time I had my Nashville guitar, in the car, but I was feeling that it would be a long haul, before I would ever come to play the songs I liked. These three signs inspired me to continue the learning, to follow my yearning.

It is now four years after the pick discoveries. On this interstate trip, I stopped at the same sentimental, off road, doggy walk places with a prayer in my heart and an openness to finding another pilgrim dog friend?

The ‘spirit signs’ of a coming miracle, came not with guitar picks, but with feathers. A variety of feathers, one in each place I stopped for a roadside rest. Some were at the same highway places I always visit!!!!

“There is no order of difficulties in miracles” A Course In Miracles