Like attracts like in 3 acts

I have been experiencing serendipities lately, that “like attracts like” thing.

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Yay! Chicken Parm! From #2

  1. My author friend Kathy suggested that I look into getting my novel on the shelf at Letterpress Books. The two women I talked to there were named Karen and Kathy. As you might have already noticed, my name is Karen! and my friend’s name is Kathy!
  2. I was at a restaurant with my daughter recently. The place was packed and the staff was overwhelmed. The person who should have been waiting on us was cursing under his breath, and oh, leaving us sitting there and so not waiting on us. My own anger flared, and then I thought, WWWDD (What Would Wayne Dyer Do)? So, I decided to lead with compassion when I talked to him. And it turned out very well. He went out of his way to make things nice for us after that.
  3. I was at the register in a store and a woman was buying a deck of oracle cards. I heard her say she was a Gemini, then I heard the cashier say that she was a Gemini. I chimed in, “Hey, I’m a Gemini, too!” “When’s your birthday? Mine’s May 27th,” she said. “Oh! Mine’s May 28th!” I said. And then the cashier said, “Mine is (wait for it…) May 30th!” Hmmm…wonder where May 29th was?

Anyway, BOOM.

It’s amazing how many occasions of this you can find when you are looking for them.

Maybe be brave and share your own below. 🙂

JOY

For many years, I was fortunate enough to be part of a small group of women who practiced yoga together at the home of the instructor

Me and Kristen, photo by Bill Creamer

Me and Kristen, photo by Bill Creamer

(and my good friend) Kristen. We were together at least one day per week and we laughed, cried, supported each other, and cheered each other on to be, on any given day, the best we could be.

Then Kristen moved away. Our group disbanded. We were (and are) very sad about this. After many years of practice with my teacher, I was now a woman without a yoga class.
Recently,  I was blessed to be able to revisit the past.
Kristen came to Maine to visit for 2 weeks and was kind and generous enough to spend 3 of her mornings practicing yoga with us.
She also had a small pouch of stones with her. She asked us each to pull one. I pulled JOY.
Which I loved! And then promptly lost. As I looked through all of my (millions of) bags trying to find it, I realized that this whole episode is a metaphor for my life right now: looking for joy in all the wrong places.
I remembered that at the last Enlightenment Expo, I had a conversation with an Angel Intuitive who told me the Angel of Joy was with me because…wait for it…I didn’t have enough joy  in my life. And that was in APRIL! Note to self: Work harder on this!
Yoga at the Wells Harbor Gazebo was a good start.