The last ten days have been unusually busy: a birthday party, a quick but wonderful visit for a few days with a dear friend from Texas, who is family to me, then two Thanksgiving celebrations (one of them a three hour drive away), a hike up Crowder’s Mountain with a group of girlfriends and a lot of baking. Even though I show up as an extrovert on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (a personality inventory), the older I get the more I value alone time and solitary activity. I’ve had precious little of it lately and am feeling its absence. I’m a little spun up and off balance.
Because I have been so busy, I have not been paying attention to oracles. So yesterday morning, I asked for one as I began the day.
I don’t want to complain about the wealth of friendships and love that I have in my life. Case and point, another precious friend, Laura, just gave me a platform bed frame that she had sitting in storage. I was telling her about my plans to buy one on-line a few months ago when she made the generous offer. She said she’d been keeping it, sensing that someone in her life would want it eventually because she knew she would never use it, as its modern flair does not fit with her décor. She even brought it to me yesterday and hauled the monster up a flight of stairs with the help of a neighbor Greg. I baked her some cookies and took her to lunch at Lang Van’s as a thank you.
After a delicious meal and great conversation, Jung (Lang Van’s owner) brought out the usual fortune and peanut cookies with the tab. There was no fortune strip in my cookie, which was kind of cool because it made me wonder at what I would write for myself. A carte blanche fortune (a quick look up on Google to make sure I was spelling carte blanche right offered up the bonus of a definition: complete freedom to act as one wishes or thinks best). I like it.
I would have been perfectly content for that to be the end of the story. However, as I reached into my purse to get my wallet and pay, I saw that my wallet had fallen open. All of the fortunes strips that I have liked from past meals and tucked away in my wallet had spilled out of the pocket where I keep them into the floor of my purse. The synchronicity of that happening in concert with no fortune strip is hard to ignore. A confetti of blessings and options, both written and not, swirling all around me.
Love, friendship, freedom, possibility, good fortune, abundance…what better messages to be reminded of the week after Thanksgiving?