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The Little Things

Posted in Blessings, Synchronicity with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2013 by Tanya

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It’s always been about the little things, but too often I get caught up in the chaos of everyday, lost inside my thoughts and forget what I’ve always known. Today, I remembered.

All of the things I deem important on a daily basis, pale in comparison to the little things when I actually take the time to notice. Funny, how I always have to come full circle to discover what I’ve always known. But then, I suppose that’s part of my particular path. Perhaps part of my personal lesson is to repeat what’s important until I remember without question, without hesitation and without prompting. In all fairness though, this time was a bit more difficult. Mom’s sudden passing left me feeling uprooted, a bit lost and very aware of my own mortality. I’ve lost many people in my life, my son, my father, other relatives and friends…but this time, it was Mom…and that made it exceptionally unique.

I’ve spent the better part of the day wandering around to determine how I’d like to spend my day off. During that time, I’ve walked through our gardens, sketched in the front yard, smelled the beautiful fragrance of lilacs, roses and lilies, watched the bees carrying on about their business and listened to the doves, sparrows and orioles singing everywhere. I found myself smiling at the simplicity of it all. I’m always in such a hurry to cram everything into that one day off, to accomplish something so spectacularly worthwhile, that I overlook the obvious. I am happy.

I have been blessed in so many ways and it’s never the huge monumental things that truly make me smile. It’s the little things.

  • Hearing my children or my partner say “I love you.”
  • Amber calling to check on me or to say “Momma, I miss u face.”
  • Misty giggling into the phone or uploading the latest videos of my beautiful grandson.
  •  Tyler writing ‘Lewis’ on all of his schoolwork and reminding me that I need to add his birthstone to my Mother’s ring.
  • Being greeted at the door after work by an over zealous beagle, eager to relay the hardships she’s endured while I was away.
  • Knowing that Jan is always there to come home to.

I am surrounded by friends and family and although we no longer live in the same state, the distance between hearts is never very far. Which reminds me….

A few weeks ago, my Mom had been on my mind quite a bit and as I stood in the kitchen washing dishes, I was contemplating all of the things that had occurred and all of the things I wish I had done. In my heart, I cried out to my Mother for answers and immediately heard a loud noise behind me. I spun around and walked toward a shadow box hanging on the wall and let my eyes fall to the floor beneath it. There I saw a Christmas ornament lying on the floor. As I stooped to pick it up, I noticed that it had Eeyore on it and realized that I hadn’t ever recalled it being there before. I replaced it on the shelf and returned to the dishes wondering what in the world the significance of Eeyore might be. Later that night, when I relayed the story to Jan, she smiled and said “Honey, I think maybe you’re missing the point here.” When I asked what she meant, she stated simply “that perhaps there isn’t any significance to Eeyore, but rather that you called out to your Mother…and got a response.”

Leave it to me to take the difficult route. 🙂

Two weeks ago, I had gone into the kitchen to make some toast. It was beautiful outside and we had all of the windows open for the first time this year. Unlike Jan who apparently has an internal furnace, I must possess an internal iceberg, I’m always cold. In any case, I’m standing in front of the toaster oven with my hands stretched out and warming in front of it when I happened to look back up at the shadow box beside me. The ornament was still in place, but from the corner of my eye I noticed something flashing to the right. I turned my head to see a key chain dangling from the side flashing the word “Mom.” I ran immediately to the other room to grab my glasses, just to be certain of what it was I was seeing. Sure enough…it was Mom. Kinda freaked me out…but in a good way. I later checked with Jan and she said the key chain had been hanging there for about six months, apparently I just never noticed…until it was important I guess.

It’s the little things.

At Christmas this year, I had decided to decorate a special tree in honor of both of our Mothers. I bought a small rosemary tree and embellished it with silk monarch butterflies. It survived for quite awhile and has since been placed outside. Last week I came home to discover that Jan had placed the Monarchs throughout the kitchen and the front room of the house. One of them was placed carefully on the key chain at the corner of the shadow box. ❤

It will always be about the ‘ little things’….and maybe now, I’ll remember.

 

 

 

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The Rear View Mirror

Posted in Synchronicity with tags , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2012 by Tanya

I find it slightly odd, that the more I journey forward, the more I discover myself glancing into my rear view mirror…not to check the flow of traffic, but rather, to reflect on where I’ve been. Interestingly enough, it’s these intermittent glances, that inevitably keep me on course.

I’ve experienced and accomplished a lot in my lifetime, although not nearly as much as I would like. The drive is there and the passion to fuel my aspirations, yet I frequently stall right after assuming my position in the driver’s seat. I find this extremely frustrating to say the least. After all, this is my vehicle, my destination and my time…so what gives?

Of course, then it occurs to me that I am not traveling alone. There are all of these other drivers out here that have the potential to alter my course at any given moment. (This in itself can be frightening). There are an absolute myriad of colors, shapes and sizes. The brand spanking new ‘Daddy paid for it’ models, right along side the ‘All I could afford’ and ‘Junkyard’ models. Some are creeping along at a Sunday morning kind of pace, while still others are zooming past at warp speed to God only knows…what distant planet.

To the best of my recollection, there are still Rules of the Road to follow. Granted, I was never one to adhere to all of the rules, but I certainly wouldn’t jeopardize any one else’s safety in lieu of my own destination either. So how about this? I agree to graciously ease over to the right to allow you to pass, and you in turn, agree to keep your comments, horn and hand gestures to yourself. And it really is that simple.

Another glance into the rear view and ‘Wow, will you look at the time!’ I remember when the signs along the highway used to signify the speed limit, rather than my rapidly encroaching age.

Damn, another detour. Seriously. Does every road in the state need to be repaired at precisely the same time and inevitably during the height of the tourist season? Really, I haven’t got time for this nonsense.

Well, my plans are obviously shot. Too late to do anything but head back home at this point.

Wait…What is that on the shoulder up ahead? Definitely broken down. ‘What are you thinking?’ ‘Are you nuts?’ ‘Just keep driving.’ Warning bells and whistles are sounding…loud and clear.

Another glance into the rear view…and my moral compass takes over. I’ve been here before.

As I ease in behind the car, I notice an elderly woman alone and crying. As I climb out of my car and approach the driver’s side of her car, I tap lightly on her window. Evidently, she hadn’t seen me pull over and was a bit startled. With obvious trepidation, she rolled her window down just barely enough to allow her to hear me. After several brief exchanges and an equally quick assessment under the hood, I determined her car battery was the problem. After pulling my car up along side hers and securing my jumper cables to our batteries, there was little else to do but wait…..right?

Wrong again. Her name was Lousie and she lived on Martha’s Vineyard. She was in town visiting her son in the hospital. He had recently been diagnosed with Leukemia and wasn’t doing very well. She was headed back to her daughters when her car had given out. She had been stranded on the roadside for more than an hour without anyone offering to help. I could feel my chest tighten….Mental rear view mirror check.

I excused myself for a moment and retrieved a small, black book from my purse and handed it to Louise. I had carried it with me everyday since my own son had passed away, many years ago. I explained that there was a ribbon marking my favorite verse and perhaps it might lend her a bit of comfort also. Louise clasped my hands in hers and with tear filled eyes, whispered something about ‘Angels on Earth.’

The rest of our time was spent discussing recovery, positive affirmations, the power of prayer and synchronicity. Once the car turned over and after her daughter and son in law arrived to follow her home, Louise told me she would like to thank me by sending tickets to Martha’s Vineyard. I looked at this sweet woman and gave her a hug, while humbly declining her offer. “Thank you Louise, but if the opportunity ever occurs, I’d prefer you simply ‘Pay it Forward.” And with that, we went our separate ways.

As I climbed back in behind the wheel of my own car, I reached up to adjust the rear view mirror. What a beautiful sunset. I hadn’t realized how brilliant the colors were until then. Smiling, I eased back out onto the road and into the stream of traffic. My thoughts were clearer, my demeanor far calmer and my pace, nearly perfect.

I had achieved nothing I set out to do today. Preoccupied with the rear view mirror and in my haste to reach my destination, I nearly missed the opportunity of a Lifetime.

Although the journey didn’t unfold quite as I had imagined, I do know…beyond question, that I had arrived once again…precisely, where I was meant to be.

What Are The Odds?

Posted in Synchronicity on April 17, 2011 by Tanya

So I’m working with two clients and we’re walking through the mall, browsing the shops after lunch. We wandered into a pet store, pretty uneventful as all of the animals were asleep but one. I laughed with the woman next to me at her comment that this particular puppy had just escaped the confines of his crate….probably in an effort to liven things up a bit.

As I continued down the aisle I noticed two women who appeared to be a little upset, evidently over the purchase of one of the pups. As I looked down, I saw a cute little white ball of fluff near my feet. She appeared to be some kind of cross between a maltese and poodle, quite adorable and completely content to be rolling and scooting across the floor. When I looked back up, I was met by the nervous gaze of one of the women, who began to explain to me that it was her Mother’s birthday the next day and she had purchased the puppy as a gift for her. I assured her that it was a beautiful gesture and that the puppy was indeed adorable. She continued to explain that it was unusal that she even had enough money with her for the purchase, but that her Mother seemed angry with her.

At this point, the other woman began moving closer to me and stated that she wasn’t angry at all, but rather concerned that her son-in-law would be angry with her once he discovered she would be bringing another dog home, in addition to the two she already had. She explained that although the other two dogs were also quite small, a third one might not be well received by her son-in-law. The struggle etched across her face and in her posture, were quite evident and I placed my hand upon her shoulder and offered a small smile.

Her daughter, who had been standing to my right clutching a small leash, then asked if I might help her to catch her new little bundle who had been barreling up and down the aisles. I looked down behind me to my left and met two little mischievous eyes looking back at me. I knelt down and extended my hand, which was immediately met by eager little kisses. I scooped her up into my arms and as I held her close to me, felt the racing of her pulse against my chest. “You have a good heart,” was the older womans comment. “What is your name?”

I introduced myself and the two other women with me, Charlotte and Bernadette. The older woman referenced the ‘Song of Bernadette,’ as one of her favorite movies and I concurred that I loved it also and wore Saint Bernadette’s medallion around my neck. Then the woman to my right spoke, “I’m Kathy and this is my Mother Kate.” Kate asked me where I was from and then each of the other women in turn. “You have a good heart,” she stated again, “What do you do for a living?” I explained that I was a Case Manger and worked with people with physical or developmental challenges. “…a very good heart,” came her reply.

The puppy had grown calm in my arms and she had begun to leave little kisses upon my chin as I spoke. Kate’s eyes again displayed concern and she asked me if three dogs were simply too many. I laughed and confessed that perhaps I wasn’t the best person to respond to that question, having two dogs and three cats of my own.

I smiled again and asked Kate if she had held her puppy yet. She assured me that she had, then smiled and confessed that the moment she sat beside her, the puppy had climbed upon her lap and showered her with kisses also. “She’s very sweet,” I said as her daughter attached the leash to her collar and I slipped her into her arms. “She’s a birthday gift,” Kathy nervously  repeated to me. I placed my hand on her forearm and again conveyed that she was a lovely gift and things would undoubtedly unfold, precisely as they should.

“Do you like Eastham”?, asked Kate. “It’s such a quiet little town, surrounded by beaches…beautiful scenery.” I eagerly admitted that I loved the area and the Cape was both gorgeous and inspiring…an ‘Artist’s Dream.’

“I’ll be seventy-seven tomorrow,” said Kate. Her daughter, surprised said “She never tells people her age!” “I lost my husband to cancer last year and it was a very difficult time for me.” I shared that my own Mother had just endured her own battle with cancer, but thankfully, was currently deemed cancer-free. “She’s a lucky woman, your Mother…in more ways than one.” “She’s very lucky to have you.”

“Do you see her much, where does she live?” “As often as I can, she lives in RI” I replied.   “I’m lucky to have my children near me,” Kate smiled.

“Do you believe people’s paths cross for a reason?” asked Kate, taking my hand into hers.         I assured her that I was a firm believer in synchronicity. “I believe that you were sent to us today, a guardian angel…all heart.” As she squeezed my hand, she said in a quiet voice, “Everything is going to be alright, isn’t it?” I looked into the older womans eyes, both gentle and kind and smiled. “A very big heart,” she repeated and released my hand.

“Eastham is very close to Provincetown, you should visit us there when we go for the cancer walk,” suggested Kate. Kathy looked up, now grinning herself, “Do you have a business card?” “My sister Tina has a gallery there, you two should talk.”

What are the odds?

I tend never to doubt synchronicity, nor do I ever underestimate the smallest act of kindness. Who is the real recipient here anyway? Nothing done in love is ever wasted and I am continuously amazed by the generosity and compassion of others.

Today, I encountered two complete strangers and during this seemingly random exchange, reflected a small amount of light and inevitably felt its embrace. Upon leaving, I had two new friends and was dubbed Godparent to one incredibly adorable, white ball of fluff.