A Retro Tale

So I am back today with a sweet little tale that’s reminiscent of those I posted back in the day, ( circa 2013) when I started this blog. It is about timing, synchronicity, and the gifts that come with awareness. While there ain’t that much to tell, it is quality over quantity.

I went to see my doctor this morning and the wait was longer than expected. While waiting, I took some lovely shots of the hydrangea growing in the parking lot. Tis the hydrangea season here in the Delaware Valley. On the way home I became hungry. I drove a couple minutes to get a breakfast sandwich. On the way over I saw road closed signs so I drove a bit out of the way to find parking. As I made my way to my destination, I saw a sign across the street in big letters. It said JAVELIN. I did a double-take ” Javelin, isn’t that the name of my team? ” A reader/channeler I consult had told me that my team is a collective and gave her the name Javelin for me to call them. Javelin? how odd? Part of me is still unsure about these guides she discovered as I still get my messages in a less direct fashion. I don’t get a cosmic text or email that they want to talk with me. Anyway, I quickly realized that if the road wasn’t closed I would not have seen the signage and if the doctor’s appt didn’t run late, I may have skipped the breakfast sandwich run. Later I discovered that while the road was closed, the block where the coffeehouse is located was open. Yet I followed my guidance to park elsewhere and see the signage.  I cannot say that I know what they wanted me to know, just that I am being cared for, watched over, guided.

Javelin pot

I wonder if there will be any Javelin games at the Olympics next month. Boy am I glad they were rescheduled from last Summer. I really look forward to this international ritual of teamwork and excellence. it may seem weird to some readers that I am not tightly aligned with my guides, but it is the truth. I do get messages and symbols daily, although my dreams have not been that exciting lately. My energy has been devoted to the mundane tasks of 3D life for the past few months and sometimes my energy has been in short supply. But you know what’s interesting? I have had a repetitive thought that brings this story to life. I have been thinking about how I miss the “randomness” of life pre-Covid; how running errands, taking a leisurely stroll, or just going out somewhere would bring me in tune with experiences that created magick out of thin air. How I miss just being “in the world open to Divine happenings.” Well today I was blessed to have just that type of experience. Simple yet profound, the best kind of paradox if you ask me!

Pottery image courtesy of wikipedia.org, public domain