Synchronicity dances like drops of sun on a cotton candy cloud,
So obviously waiting for us to enjoy.
Sweet,
Delicate.
To see it is alluring,
But to understand only comes in hindsight,
Like so many of our life experiences.
The delicious combination of something so vast yet intricate.
How often does divinity wait patiently for our acknowledgement?
How often do we choose to ignore what is right there waiting to guide us?
Guiding us like a mother gently holds the hand of a small child,
Yet the child in us so easily distracted by physical things fails to see the importance of that which she leads us into or away from.
Only once we have treasured ahead in wild curiosity do we clearly see the lesson,
The message in her offering.
She is not there to hold us back from experiencing all that life has to offer.
She is there to simply allow us to learn in ways that experience cannot provide.
She is there to protect.
How do we begin to allow these moments to become an internal voice louder than our external thoughts,
Our goals?
What must we do to increasingly allow her silent whisper to penetrate the voices that distract us from energetic opportunity?
The repeating numbers of a clock,
A bird outside the window,
A chance meeting perhaps,
A wrong turn that directed you right where you were needed,
The synchronicity always guiding us with love to a space where we can connect with that which we are supposed to do.
We don't and we won't until we realize it's okay to be led by that which has our true purpose,
That which is only here to protect our space such that we can blossom into all that we are meant to become.
But for today,
We take notice in a way that we couldn't before.
Just acknowledging the synchronicity continues to arrive.
She arrives in love waiting and that just by choosing not to accept,
We have participated in the process of learning.
She is here.
She continues to provide the opportunity for one day.
She knows we will hear her.
For one day she knows we will squeeze her hand back and follow.
The synchronicity dances like drops of sun on a cotton candy cloud so obviously waiting for us to enjoy.
Sweet.
Delicate.
Good.
You
