Serendipity

One of my favorite words, really.

Lately, I've felt serendipitous. Things are going well, life is moving along at a fair pace, good fortune seems to surround me. But, then why am I so anxious?

Two reasons, I believe. One, I'm not creating. Two, I am compassionate enough towards myself to understand that this is just one of those times in life that are naturally more stressful...a new job, new house, and news of a baby on the way, all within a three month period...yeah, I understand what it is. Things will mellow out, I'm confident.

Back to the first reason. These past few weeks, the Universe has been dropping me hints about delving back into the "stream" - of creativity, of sprituality, of vision. I go through these periods every so often where I am ready to expand my awareness. I think we all grow a bit every day, but for many of us holding down "day jobs" and all of the routine that goes with it - we become numb to our higher purpose. So, the title of a long-enjoyed book (The Artist's Way) came back full circle to me; an author I've been meaning to pick up and read again (Gary Zukov) was on Oprah; Jim got "The Celestine Prophecy" from Netflix. I read the book in 1994/5 and it was just one of those books that set me on my path - seeing the movie (though not as good as the book) reminded me of some of the Universal concepts of energy. Alas, another hint, whispered gently in my ear.

And then opportunity presents itself - and I'm suddenly blogging for a small, but appreciated audience - - ME! the repressed, full-of-reasons-why-not- writer. Suddenly, I feel more energized, motivated, willing to put it out there. Putting my thoughts on the metaphorical paper, even for a few minutes here and there, makes me feel that I'm at least doing SOMETHING. Something towards my future...

So yeah, serendipity. It's a good thing. Pay attention to the small coincidences and moments of serendipity, because they do lead you somewhere...to do SOMETHING.