Playing with the universal rules - getting me to the Church on time

Well, I was in a rush, of course, naturally, but I still put the idea 'out there'.  I needed to get to Church on time. I haven't been to Church for six months because I have been working on a Wednesday. The Universe conspired to free me up on a Wednesday,  I was trying to get to a Church which is roughly a mile and a half away, as well as fit in a damp report, which I was told would take about 30 minutes.

 The damp report guy was due at 1.30pm, the church service began at 2.30pm. Can I rush the damp expert around, hoof it at full speed and get to church on time? 

I put it out there. To the Universe. I attempted to picture the possibility of a speedy damp report, followed by a smooth journey to church, to get me there on time.

The damp expert called, tapped some walls, drew a map of the flat, had a chat. I chatted as little as possible, aware that I was trying to get him in and out in thirty minutes. Then he realised he had made an error in his map drawing. Inwardly groaning, outwardly looking at my watch, I sat patiently, waiting for him to re-draw the plan of the damp walls. Time was ticking. 

Another little chat about why I don't do ballroom dancing, no, not my choice of topic of discussion, the damp expert is a regular ballroom king, led to me explaining I may not do ballroom,but I do like to go to church and how I was hoping to get there that afternoon. Guess who offered me a lift? That's right, the damp expert.

We had a lovely little journey in his car, he shared the coincidence of how he went on holiday from his home in Leigh on Sea to Sorento, only to get chatting in his hotel bar with a guy who also lives in Leigh on Sea.

I enjoyed the coincidence and I thanked the Universe for sending me an unexpected lift to Church.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

Being mistaken for someone else

A bright, sunny January afternoon, walking past the Cliffs Pavilion Theatre in Westcliff.  A memorable building for me, I was in exactly that spot when my son phoned me to tell me he had been run over. Yes, he actually had been run over, he was extremely fortunate, no major injuries, nothing life threatening, but a massive shock for him and everyone who heard about the event. 

There I was, really enjoying the winter sun, breathing in the sea air and being grateful for being able to walk along, at my will, freely, as I wished, without being answerable to anyone or anything, you know, generally enjoying being me and there was a little tap on my left shoulder. It is always my left shoulder, the one which is still really painful after a work injury six months ago, the one which is due to have physio some time in the near future.

A woman in her seventies, pushing a woman in a wheelchair,who had a beautiful furry hat on, sunken down into the chair like an old tortoise.

'Beverley...' she said.

I turned and smiled. 'Sorry, no, not Beverley'

She apologised. I explained I get that all the time and we fell in step as we walked past the theatre. I said hello to Helena the woman in the wheelchair, due to be 100 next week. She smiled, looked deep into my eyes and reached her gloved hand out to hold mine. I felt strength in her hand grip mine and we held a mutual connection for a few seconds. I marvelled at her giant brown eyes peering out through wizened skin and I felt a hundred years old. 

We had a little chat, about me being mistaken for other people, and we both agreed that now she had been reminded of Beverley, chances are she would now bump into the actual friend, Beverley. We are all aware of this phenomenon aren't we? She said she used to work in a cafe and she would get that a lot, she would think of someone and they would show up in her cafe. We both agreed there is something bigger which brings us both feelings of dread, or good feelings and thoughts of people due in our lives. Neither of us could decide whether it was us thinking of them which brought them in, or them thinking of coming to us, which we picked up in the ether. Either way, I was happy to meet a like-minded person, knowing she has been on the planet for more than quarter of a century longer than me, and Helena over half a century more!

I am determined to still be smiling when I reach 100.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

p.s. as I walked home, I noticed a car number plate with the name 'Tom' written on it (my Dad, now in spirit). 

Being asked for directions and a dog called Bob

And so it is, every blog begins with an apology. Sorry, sorry, so sorry. Honestly, sorry not to have been blogging more regularly.

However, there have been a few things which have needed my attention and I have not been afforded the luxury of random musings on the computer.

Although, this is a lie, because I have had the time to be on twitter.

Okay, I will stop lying to myself and you, dear reader. I made a commitment to blog about the coincidences which show up, the ones which bring meaning, to me, personally. I haven’t really done very well with that commitment, in that, every three or four coincidences I remember I haven’t blogged about them!

Again, I can only apologise and just try to recall the coincidences which have happened since the last time I blogged. Now, where was I? Yes, I last blogged about  being asked for directions to a place which was meaningful to me, I was asked for directions to the road I was living in when my son was born, 21 years ago. This sort of coincidence makes me happy.

What else have I seen? Well, I saw three black cats, happily sunning themselves, four squirrels and a robin. All of these creatures remind me of spirit and people I know, both past and present. 

One cold day, mid-Christmas, recovering from a nasty bug, I decided to take a walk and fill my lungs with fresh, clear air. As well as wrapping up warm, I do like to keep a smile on my face as much as possible and I am open to having little greeting comments from people I meet on my path.  I saw a few people walking their dogs, the dogs clearly enjoying the cold more than their owners, a few people nodded and often their dogs jump up in greeting at me. I wonder whether I have spirit helpers around me the dogs can see and this is why they greet me. I am not particularly a dog person, I prefer cats, but I am aware that dogs can sense so much more than us humans, so I humour the over friendly doggies, in case they are really greeting my guides.

This fine,cold,crisp day I took a detour along a back lane, walking alongside a brook where an elderly woman was walking towards me with what I can only describe as a tortoiseshell patterned collie. I commented on how pretty she looked. ‘oh, he’s a boy, his name is Bobby’.  We exchanged pleasantries and I continued on my journey, holding on to the ‘hello’ I had just received from Spirit.  I have a brother in spirit, who used to be known as Robert, but since being in spirit likes to be known as Bob. Yes, I know this sounds crazy to the non-believer or if you haven’t had the experience of losing a loved one yourself, but it is Christmas and I like to think of my bumping into a woman with a dog named Bobby as my Christmas greeting from my brother.

I have also been asked for directions twice this week. Well, technically, only once, to Westcliff Train Station, I gave two young ladies directions to get to the London side of the track and then I realised they may not have been going to London. I did manage to ask them where they were heading and they said Shoebury. I pointed them in the right direction and memories of my time living in Shoebury came flooding back to me. Again, being asked for directions to somewhere I know well. I travelled from Westcliff Station for many years when I used to work in London and I also moved from Westcliff to Shoebury.  It is the small coincidences, blogger, like these ones, which keep me going, safe in the knowledge that there is more to life than meets the eye. 

The other ‘asked for directions’ was really more me pointing out to someone where they really needed to be going, without actually being asked. I bumped into an old customer from when I used to work in a charity shop.  He used to come into my shop in Basildon looking for second hand toys for his son, I used to knock money off to try and help him out. Anyway, I was walking in Westcliff (nowhere near Basildon) and he was walking down the same street as me, we said Hi and his son, now talking and pointing all by himself, wanted to go into a charity shop. Well, since I know the area really well, I pointed out to him the most child-friendly charity shop, run by The Samaritans in Westcliff, one where I used to volunteer. He was more than happy to take my recommendation and although it isn’t technically asking for directions, if he had known my level of knowledge in charity shops in Westcliff, he most certainly would have asked for my help!

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

Do you know the way? An inflated balloon and a lost tourist.

21st September. Is it really that time already? Here we are, heading for Autumn, looking for woolly gloves and generally brushing off brollies and cobwebs. 

Well, 2014 has brought un-seasonally warm weather to the United Kingdom. Which has probably helped to increase the number of people who are walking in the sunshine rather than driving.

I should apologise for not blogging, I should, but I am sure my readers have given up expecting me to blog regularly. Dear Bloggers, a life has ensued. Time has run away with me. However, since the rainy days and longer nights are drawing in, I am sure this will lead to more time spent in front of the computer.

Forgive me for digressing. My spiritual journey continues. The signs and coincidences are still around, whenever something meaningful happens, I silently thank spirit and carry on. No need to make a song and dance about it, I am grateful for the gentle nudges from spirit to remind me there is more to life than what we can see, feel and hear. There truly is.

Anyway, you know how I do like to be rewarded by the Universe? Not in a material sense with stuff, but by the little coincidences which I experience remind me that the Universe hasn’t forgotten me and my little world does have a meaning, even in the greater scheme of things.

Well, there I was, walking in the late September sun, actually enjoying walking home despite carrying heavy shopping, when I noticed a woman trying to attract my attention through my earphones. Okay, so I am guilty of this, switching off to the world and disappearing into a musical interlude, which this time involved Billy Ocean. Still, she managed to make eye contact and gesture at me to remove one of my head phones. I smiled at her whilst taking in the whole picture, female, motherly, blonde, sixties, carrying an inflated balloon in a carrier bag.

‘I am completely lost now and I don’t suppose you might know where I need to go’. This is actually what she said to me.

Credit to her, most people who cross my path hardly ever explain their predicament or how they got there or what they need from me, they usually just blurt out...’do you know where....x, y or z ... is?’. So I was a little prepared, more so than usual to find a link to the place she was about to ask me. This is something I have promised myself to practice and improve on. To find the link, the coincidence, my connection to the person who has been drawn to me.

‘I’ll give it a go’ I said ‘Where are you trying to get to?’

‘Wilson Road, do you know it?’ she looked helplessly at me.

‘Do I know it? It is where I was living when my son was born’.  I confirmed, that not only did I know where she was going, but the address held a deep significance for me too.

We both enjoy the link, we have a laugh and I walk with her, heading in that direction, which is about a mile and a half away from where we are. We have a little chat and she tells me she comes from Canary Wharf and is thinking of moving here, I tell her I am an estate agent and I give her my card.  My enquirer is heading to the birthday party of an 80 year old lady, who had told her to get off the train at Southend, but no, she hadn’t listened, and someone else had told her to get off at Westcliff, which is how she found herself a mile in the wrong direction.

When she stopped me to ask for directions, I thought I was going to be searching for a link, knowing I had a split second to find it, but not this time. This time the link was blatant.

A blatant blast from the past from the Universe, a reminder not just of one of the most important events in my life, but also a reminder as to how far I have come.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

Coincidental places. When the small things become significant.

Well, my retail job is my new metaphysical arena for spiritual matters. The ripples I am able to offer, now start from within the sock and underwear department. 

Clutching at straws to find coincidences/any form of meaning within the environment? Of course. Is that going to put me off? Definitely not.

There I was, minding my own business. Dressed from head to foot in black, a sombre reminder of my subserviant position within the hierarchy of retail. My name badge, polished to within an inch of its life. My black shoes, present and correct, my hair tied up and out of reach of some invisible threat which shall not be named, no nail polish, no make up to speak of, there I am, filling fixtures and fittings with rows of thermal long johns. As I stand there, not thinking of anything at all, really, honestly, not having anything on my mind apart from whether I should mess about with the display and a customer comes and stands alongside me. 

She is about my age and she is wondering whether we have any XS black longjohns for her son. She says 

'He is going to Berlin next weekend and apparently it is cold'.

 'Oh, Berlin' I say, jogged back to the present moment, ears pricking up and suddenly the moment has become more interesting for me. I explained 

'My son has just spent a weekend in Berlin, on a 21st birthday celebration weekend, and yes, he said there is snow on the ground'

the customer tells me her son is 13, we measure up a S black longjohn against her height and decide they will be small enough. The customer tells me her son is going to stay with her sister, so at least she hasn't got to worry about him being fed. I tell her my son spent a weekend eating Frankfurthers and Dunkin' Do-nuts. She find this most amusing. 

This, blogger, this is my new form of treating my personal interactions as precious. The link with a stranger and yet we have coincidental places in common.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

Do you know of a printer who is open on a Saturday?

2013 ended and 2014 began, I gave up blogging. There have been a few reasons for this, firstly, my son came home from Uni and hogged the ethernet cable for the best part of four weeks, secondly, I have been busy working in retail and thirdly, I just couldn't be bothered.

So, here I am again, renewing my typing and writing ability, flexing my creative muscles as I put words on paper. Although, not really paper, clearly, but with the Sun in Aquarius, the second New Moon on the month (otherwise known as the Black Moon) and the Chinese Year of the Horse urging me to start again, I feel a need to pick up the challenge of writing regularly.

Just because I haven't blogged, doesn't mean I haven't been asked for directions, or found myself in a position of learning new things from people with similar names, the same old patterns have shown up, I have learnt from them, I have moved on. But, not blogging about them at the time, does mean I tend to forget them. They show up, events in life, people, phrases, people, places and by not blogging, they are gone, a distant memory with no record. 

I can only apologise for this, being remiss at recording all the little details which keep me going over the years. I was also prompted to blog because someone asked me for directions the other day. A woman pulled over in her car, outside the spiritualist church in my road, and called out 

'Do you know of a printer's open on a Saturday?'. 

Yes, of course I do. She was Irish, with no knowledge of this area. I set her off in the right direction.

How did I know which printer was open on a Saturday? Because I used to be their Avon lady and I also used to buy my paper from them when I worked from home typing for my old boss. 

Yes, again, I have been asked for directions to a place I not only know where it is, I am also familiar with it on a  personal level. 

Since I haven't been in the mode of linking with spiritual matters or connecting with nature in any form (working in materialistic retail over Christmas has that effect), I will forgive myself for not delving further and finding out what her reason for going there was. 

This is my little challenge to myself, to take one step further, not just to let people know where they are going, but to try and link our journeys together by finding the coincidence which has brought them to cross my path. This is not as easy to do as it is to write. 

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

Being asked for directions and a chicken called Daisy

It is the little things which keep me going blogger. You know, the little patterns in my life which I have given meaning to and they show up when I need them the most. 

The things like...being asked for directions, being called the wrong name, having a wrong number dialled on my phone, those little things which remind me of spiritual matters. Well, this has been a challenging week insofar as there has been a big gaping hole where my career/studies ought to be and I have been walking in circles. 

So, I was pleased to have a wrong number on my phone. A little reminder I haven't been forgotten by the Universe. Walking to work on a Saturday afternoon, feeling uncertain as to whether I would be on the refund counter and how I would get on at work when a man stumbled towards me, he was wearing a karate outfit on one of the hottest days ever recorded in September, he asked me for directions. He wanted to know where a road was at least two miles away, did I know it? Yes, I did, I offered him directions and the interaction lifted my spirits. 

I didn't manage the next stage of the interaction. I have promised myself to always enter into conversation with anyone asking me for directions, you know, so we can uncover any further link between us or between their reason for visiting a place I know well. But, as I say, I was on my way to work and my thoughts and feelings weren't in the best place to be thinking of coincidental matters. So, I gave him directions and went on my way. I headed to work, I had a challenging afternoon and one of the big bosses came down for a day visit. Everyone at work was on their best behaviour. Turns out, the big boss recognised me as someone he has seen at Westcliff Casino!  Bearing in mind I haven't been down there for over a year, I was really amazed that he would remember me. It also made my afternoon a little easier.

Scroll forward a few days and I find myself sitting in the Spiritualist Church, on the Wednesday afternoon. Yes, I got a message, the medium gave me the name Mary, and a painting. I explained that I had been in this month's edition of Spirit and Destiny, having been given the honour of a free psychic artist experience, Patrick Gamble had painted a picture of my mum's Gran, I believe, who was called Mary, I always get her confused with my Gran, and my Dad also had a Gran called Mary. The reason I get confused with these women in spirit is because I didn't have a lot of information about them as I was growing up, I just know that there are two women in spirit who are both called Mary, one is my mum's gran and the other could be my dad's mum or his gran, I am not sure. I am sure about the painting though and I enjoyed the message from the medium. I also had a conversation with a woman in church about her recent loss, it reminded me of the Counselling class I used to be part of. I studied Basic Counselling,Intermediate Counselling and Foundation Counselling. Yes, maybe this is a path I should continue?  I committed to finding out about the course. It would take another two years, it is a long journey to step out onto, but, really, after a degree with the Open University which took years, what is another two years? I have committed to being a lifelong learner, so what is there to lose?  I made the necessary enquiries and found myself sitting in Basildon College reception, waiting for the course leader to return from lunch.

Naturally I struck up conversation with another woman, also waiting. I wondered if we were waiting for the same person? No, she said she was waiting for Robert. I told her she had reminded me of my brother Robert, in Spirit, we both acknowledged the coincidence, which for me, obviously, holds personal meaning. 

Off I went, to interview for the course, followed by an enrolment with a team of admin people in Basildon, ten miles from  my home town of Southend, where the course is actually held. The young lady who took my form exclaimed 'You live in my road'. Yes, ten miles from home, I found myself having the admin for my counselling course carried out by one of my neighbours. Turns out, the young lady lives in the house with the chickens, three doors down the road from where I live. I usually stop and chat with her mum about Daisy the chicken and I always say hello when we pass in the street. It really is such a small world, but the coincidence was one of those times which just confirms for me that I am in the right place at the right time. 

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

p.s. I have met two people called Jane this week. Two new people in my world and they are both called Jane.

Angels on my path

It feels like a while since I have blogged about a sequence of coincidences.  You know, the sort of coincidences that I feel are meaningful and worthy of blogging about.  Of course, all coincidences are worth a mention.  Even the little ones that are just so obscure as to not really count, you know, like the lady at Church who went down to Devon for an Easter break, turns out she went to Brixham, which is where my mum lives.  Lovely little coincidences like that serve to remind me that we are all connected.  But no, the sort of coincidence I am talking about are the ones where they just pile up, as if they have been waiting to drop themselves at your feet all in one go.

Well, I had one of those little pile-ups yesterday.  It was Saturday and the weather was forecast for Sun.  There is only one place to be in Southend when the Sun is shining and that is down the seafront.  Although, by the time I left home it was a bit chilly, it wasn't even warm enough for sandals, never mind about beachwear.  Having just secured myself another part-time job, I needed to go shop hunting for a new blouse.  First day at a new job and training with complete strangers, feels like the first day of school and there is nothing like showing up in new clothes to boost your confidence.

So, having resigned myself to a beach free day, I strode along the seafront anyway.  Mentally calculating the calories and checking off a few more ounces.  I have recently been reading a book about Angels, a lovely book, offering personal experiences of Angelic encounters and spirit matters Gifts from Angels (by Chrissie Astell).  One of the phrases in this pleasing little book stuck in my mind 'messenger of God', yes, Angels, communicators of spirit.  As I was enjoying the sea air and the general buzz along the seafront, the smell of freshly cooking doughnuts and the squeal of the ever hopeful seagulls, I was walking and contemplating how spirit communicate with us, the ways they make themselves known to us using urban signs and daily events when I noticed a van parked in front of me.  The sign on the van was of a lovely winged horse. 'Pegasus'.  They had made the wings extra prominent. 'How lovely' I thought to myself.  Yes, I would trust a removal firm who used the emblem of Pegasus.  

On reaching my destination, having made the 2.2. mile walk to Southend and hiked up steps to get back to the main town I found myself in the centre of a young couple who were debating where they needed to go.  I looked at him, to her, I gave them my best questioning expression 

'Looking for somewhere?'

'Yes, the .......hotel' the young lady said.  I had never heard of it.  'It's in Church Road' she clarified. 

I do love being asked for directions and although I had never heard of the hotel they were looking for I enjoyed the idea that they were looking for Church Road.  Calling up the google map, I confirmed where they were in relation to their hotel and packed them off in the right direction.  Lovely.

Reaching my destination and meandering around TK Maxx,  having a slight detour from the blouse section, I found myself standing in front of an Angel Candle.  Yes, it smelt angelic and gave me another little lift for the day. I hadn't intended to wander around the home goods area, I had just been drawn over there. It was probably the smell of the candles that drew me in!

Finishing my shopping and with clouds darkening overhead, I decided it was time to head for home. Being asked for directions to Church Road, the Pegasus Sign and the Angelic candle were such pleasing additions to my shopping expedition, I wasn't expecting anything else to happen on the way home.  But, I was wrong.

As I was passing a really popular Pizza parlour I noticed their daily special 'Angelic Pizza' (only 600 calories), I was only too pleased to take a picture to share with my blog. As I put my phone away a lady walked up to me tapping me on the arm

 'Hello' she said.  

She was wearing giant sunglasses that covered most of her recognisable features, ie her eyes, eyebrows and cheekbones. I had to admit I didn't recognise her, I asked her to remove her shades. I knew her immediately once she showed her face.  An old co-student from Counselling College. We had gone to evening classes once a week for the best part of a year.  We had a chat and a catch up, she suggested linking up on facebook, I agreed and gave her my phone number.  As she tapped my number into her phone she had to admit she couldn't remember my name.  We shared a laugh and I confessed I didn't know hers. 

'Angela' she said 'it means Angel - messenger of God'.

What a great day. 

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

From a fridge magnet to a Horse Riding hat.

Another day working in a charity shop and another set of lovely coincidences that make me happy as I go about my daily business.

Firstly, someone donated a set of fridge magnets from a little fishing village 300 miles away.  From the little town of Brixham.  Guess where my Mum lives?  That's right. Brixham.  It reminded me to get a Mother's Day card.  (Well, it did remind me, and then I promptly forgot).  

The day trundled on and with hundreds of donated items to plough through it is actually really quite amazing that I should find myself checking the label of a black velvet horse riding hat.  "The integrity of the hat can be compromised if you use any other cleaning product apart from the designated 'Charles Owen' cleaning".. stuff.  My son's name?  Charles Owen.

I love coincidence.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

Coincidental meetings. Paths that cross for a reason.

Have you seen the film with Matt Damon, The Adjustment Bureau?  A lovely little film which delves into the lives of Guardian Angels as they try and steer us in the right direction on our daily paths.

It is so hard to imagine that there is a higher intelligence organising and orchestrating our every move, but when synchronicity unfolds in front of you, it is harder to deny.  Seeing it for yourself, a series of events, a set of circumstances that had to happen for you to bump into someone you know, the feeling of something happening because it was meant to, becomes easier to believe.

This is what happens to me and I love the coincidence of bumping into someone unexpectedly, and knowing that our paths were meant to cross.  Often the reason does not become clear at the time, and that is fine, sometimes communication between people happens at a level of which we are not aware ourselves.

One of my friends was meant to be going away for the week, but due to unforeseen circumstances, her trip was cancelled.  Leaving her free for the week and at a loose end.  Off we went, into town, a little browse, some shopping and naturally a coincidental meeting with people we didn't expect to see.

Walking along, having just bumped into my friend's ex-work colleague and having had a conversation in a Supermarket car park, the pair of them enjoyed a little catch up.  Words were spoken, pleasantries exchanged and a real-life interaction took place.  Did I mention the free parking?  The parking meter was out of order in Sainsburys!  yay for free parking!  Leaving us free to stroll about without having to keep one eye on the parking meter.

My friend put her landlord's prescription in, her good deed for the day, as we left the chemist, I saw another old friend in a little world of  her own outside the shop.  160,000 people in this town and I am standing with two of them, who also know each other!  It has been three years, nothing has changed. We have all got older, wiser, fatter and with teenage children there is just the question of our own careers to chat about.  Well, my old friend works with Learning Disabilities care homes.  So does my friend I am shopping with.  Turns out, they work for the same Home and yet their paths have never crossed.  It took a trip to town and a coincidental meeting to uncover the synchronicity of their lives.

Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.

Tamasin x

a date etched into ageing woodwork...

Synchronicity.   To me, synchronicity is when an event is so coincidental that it just cannot simply be a random set of circumstances, I do believe there is a significance of such mystery that it may never be explained. 

I love scientists attempts to rationalise the mystery of life, and at the same time I feel sort of sorry for them that they cannot fully appreciate the divine behind the beauty they are trying to dissect.

 I also love coincidence.  Maybe because I am a lover of the mysterious, a watcher for divine intervention and a receptacle for spirit to work with, I am often told stories, usually unprompted, of coincidences which I feel have such synchronicity and intelligence about them that, surely, they can only have been orchestrated by something Divine and brilliant.

 I met an acquaintance in the library and stopped to share her table in the canteen for a quick coffee. The lady told me she is moving away from the area.  She had been looking at moving to Norfolk and on spotting an area called 'Little Snoring' on the map, she had jokingly called her husband’s attention to it.

 'I don't care where we go on the coast, as long as it is not there' she told him.

Looking for houses on the internet came up with the perfect house, price, size, style...the location?  ‘Little Snoring’.  So, despite the address, they went off for a viewing.  

As they walked around the house, my acquaintance noticed some numbers etched into a beam in the main bedroom.

 'What is that?' she asked.

The vendor smiled and explained it was the day, month and year she gave birth to her only son.  My friend also smiled, it was the exact day, month and year of her own marriage.  

They had their offer accepted on this house, the only house they felt a need to view and they will be moving shortly.  

I love this story, it is a reminder to me that there is more to the Universal wonders that can ever be completely explained.