chop wood, carry water...

On Saturday morning I received an email from a guy named Mike. He had read a comment I’d left on a blog called Synchronicity (of all things). I had responded to their story about the Owl and the Money Clip, having left a comment that I’d had a profound experience with owls. Mike wanted to know more.

Luckily, my owl story was already written. (I had written it for a personal essay class last year.) After a quick read through, I posted it and emailed Mike to let him know. In response, he commented on my blog, “There is something SO mystical about an owl that I can't help but try and see the event as some sort of premonition - or divine message.” He also mentioned an alien abduction movie that was coming out soon that featured owls.

I laughed because I had left out a part of the essay, the part where Christian and I had seen a UFO. I immediately emailed Mike back and told him about the UFO sighting. He responded wanting more. So I sent him the rest of my personal essay and added that my friend Marla (Mia) has all sorts of amazing stories, “she’s really tapped in.”

This is where the story becomes quite extraordinary. He emailed me, telling me he already had an appointment scheduled for the next day with Marla at 2pm. The randomness of this is crazy and yet when he told me this, I responded as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, “You will love Marla,” I wrote and I gave him my number in case he wanted to chat after. I’m not sure why I didn’t think anything of it. I guess I’ve gotten use to these sorts of things happening and don’t think much of it anymore. Miracles are everywhere and everyone who comes into my life is there for a reason. There are no accidents.

We wrote back and forth a few more times that day, Saturday. He told me he was going to write a post about our experience, which he did and once I gave him my consent he posted it. He then made another comment on my “owl” post that included the link to his blog.

The next day he emailed me with another story that had some coincidences in it and then he emailed me again after his session with Marla asking when would be a good time to call. I didn’t receive this email until I was back from a Matrix Energetics Study Group and replied to him “now.”

We were on the phone for about a half hour in the throws of great banter when Marla called. I quickly switched over but missed the call. I called her back. “Remember how I told you I had written things down for you?” she said. “Well it’s October and this is part of what I had written down.” I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I switched back to Mike and we were on the phone for another two hours, sharing stories and a deep understanding of each other, which surprised us both. It was delightful. However, time does not stand still, it grew late and we both had things to do before going to bed. We said our good-byes.

Before going to bed, I posted my blog and wrote an email to baby's daddy. After a night of intense dreams, which is to be expected after a day of profound synchronicity and Matrix, I woke up early enough to write, even though I had not set my alarm.

I find this is where miracles meet the mundane. I’ve been feeling like I’m riding the universal wave; that I am where I’m meant to be. I am doing the work, chopping wood, carrying water, with no room to fantasize about what will be. I am in the trenches and loving it. It keeps me fierce and it keeps me at peace.

It is time to let go and to let God.