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
