My previous post about the Little Things seems to have resonated with more people than I expected -- which makes me very glad to have somehow offered comfort, empathy, and inspiration.
I was a bit scared about sharing that much, about opening up more than I am used to. But I realised that most of the fear was groundless. The worst effect is irrelevance, as far as I am concerned. That people simply would not care or think it worthwhile or important. I am not even considering those who would find it offensive or wrong -- they are not the people I am writing for. What matters is how some people felt less alone and less misunderstood, and how a different perspective offers another way from the default.
Then because of what I opened up and shared, there was a little plot twist.
Remember that I am on a tight budget because of a delayed paycheck? Because of that previous post, someone had come forward to offer a lifeline -- a small loan to help tide me over while I wait for the checks to come through next month. Most unexpected, and much appreciated. I have to admit I was stunned for a few moments. And then I started to recognise the magic afoot. And I am not so foolish as to refuse.
Immediately I felt something that was wound up very tight inside my chest begin to loosen. I never realised it was there. The tightness was such that it had integrated into my bones and behaved like a muscle -- an inner armour to brace myself and keep me strong. A defence mechanism to shore up all the good vibes and energies and positivities against the taunts and temptations of despair and disappointment. The lifeline loan buys me a bit more peace of mind.
Today the doorbell rang and a dear friend I have not seen for a long time was standing right outside the gate with her lovely daughter and they brought me a gift. I was both happily surprised and also caught up in puzzled wonder -- after all these years and then also to pick this particular moment. I posted a shot of the gift on Instagram and my caption captured what I felt:
Once in the while the stars align just so, and streaks of magic connect, and gifts show up unexpectedly at your doorstep.
Much in keeping with my theme of little things -- a pen rest in the form of a cat. A gift that carries much more weight, meaning, knowing, and understanding than it looks. It is a tiny thing, yet it overwhelms me.
When you are on the right track, signs, messengers, and gifts show up. Help shows up.
"Once you have crossed the threshold, if it is really your adventure --- if it is a journey that is appropriate to you deep spiritual need or readiness --- helpers will come along the way to provide magical aid...You are given little tokens that will protect you and keep you on the path."
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I am an artist-in-progress. I started my creative journey in 2012 and have never stopped taking steps since. Always one step at a time. Always moving forward. It has been an increasingly tough and occasionally rewarding road.
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