Lightning flashed as we stood looking up into the dark evening sky. Mother Nature was being feisty. Then, like she was playing a game of ping pong, two meteors appeared, directly below each other and I watched, mesmerised, as they shimmied across the sky and disappeared.
That was last Saturday, also the time of the New Moon. It was a night of celestial signs from above and human fun down below, with wine and champagne flowing.
Seems everywhere I go lately I’m seeing wonders in the sky … shooting stars while camping and unexplained lights at night.
No, I haven’t drunk too much!
In my last post Music, Miracles and Meditation I mentioned that I was spending last weekend with my good friend Lily, helping her celebrate her 50th birthday.
Ours is a friendship that spans 30 years, yet through of all of life’s dramas and the different paths we’ve taken, it’s the first birthday we’ve ever spent together.
It was very special. We shared a lovely lunch at the Rose Cafe in Kilmore, enjoyed sumptious cakes and drank wine and champagne infused with strawberries. After her family left Lily and I talked into the early hours of the morning.
We spoke of hopes and dreams and new directions, fueling a sense of expansion that’s been growing inside me for months.
The next morning over breakfast the talking continued. Sitting outside, by her beautiful garden, we stopped our busy lives and made time to smell the roses.
Later that day on the way home, just out of Whittlesea, I accidentally took a wrong turn.
My trusty GPS recalculated but it took me way off course.
I ended up along back tracks that I’d never driven before, up and down steep hills, along dirt roads and, for a good fifteen minutes or so, I had absolutely no idea where I was.
Yet I wasn’t worried.
I had plenty of fuel and the direction was plugged in so I turned up Ed Sheeran and relaxed. I knew I’d find my way home eventually
And of course I did. Before long I was back on familiar roads and my own navigation system took over again.
It’s a bit like life isn’t it?
How often do we get side tracked and find ourselves unexpectedly going down a different route than what we planned. How often do we doubt our decisions and have to adjust our own GPS system. In the end though, if we relax and trust in the process, we always end up where we’re supposed to be.
I just spoke to my hubby who’s in New Zealand for work this week. He told me about his dinner out in Christchurch last night and how whilst at the restaurant he ran out of phone data. As his phone was also his GPS he had to rely on his own navigation skills to get back to his motel.
We laughed as he told me of his impromptu ‘sightseeing tour’ as he navigated around Christchurch. It took him over 30 minutes but he got back eventually.
We’re never truly lost.
We just venture off course, but I guess that’s the adventure and fun in life. We’ve all got an internal GPS and it’s called INTUITION.
(Though, after reading his Facebook post tonight I had to laugh, clearly his needs honing!)
Isn’t it a good feeling when we stretch ourselves and venture out of our comfort zone, even when it’s unintentional and even when things don’t go as planned
Follow your intuition and who knows where it will lead.
We realise we’re capable of so much more.
Just like a butterfly it reminds me that this journey we’re on is one of metamorphosis and growth. It’s one of transformation. We just have to believe and trust.
If we keep an open mind and embrace new opportunities, we’re allowing ourselves to change in the process, often in the most beautiful way.
That’s when life opens up to us.
Embrace the change. Be receptive to the signs that point to growth and keep your eyes open to the small simple things.
For that’s where miracles are found, in the beautiful ordinary moments along the way.
Wishing you light and love (and a good navigation system) as we all continue the journey.