“I try to open up my heart as much as I can...I think we're all afraid to reveal our hearts. It's not at all in fashion.”
I have to tell you a sweet story. I blogged a couple of weeks ago about the estate my son, Ian, was clearing out of a house in suburbia, and the woman's clothing that came to me to distribute. Among all those boxes and bags of another woman's personal belongings—a woman I never knew, not even her name—were about ten boxes of fabric. As I dug through the boxes, and bagged yards of fabric for resale, I found that in the bottom of most of the boxes were cut squares and strips; many, many cut squares and strips—the woman was a quilter, like me. She did the very same things I do to recycle fabric; she cut up her old clothing, carefully took it apart at the seams and stashed it for later use in her quilts. Call me sentimental, but I felt like I had met a kindred spirit. Now, I know she's looking over my shoulder while I sort her fabric, and wondering what I'll do with it. I feel honor-bound to actually make something from all her work, and in many ways, I feel as though I have received a special gift from someone I never knew.
Hear me when I say that I am not a sentimental person. I don't pine for the good old days; romance novels and sappy films about long-lost lovers rediscovering one another make me feel slightly sick to my stomach. I don't long for white Christmases, or yearn for what might have been. But, I do believe strongly in synchronous events. I know they happen, because I, personally, have lived through many of them. Inexplicable things happen. Of all the people in the state of Alabama who could have received these boxes of fabric, they came to me. From a quilter, to a quilter, sight unseen. That's not a coincidence.
It's not fashionable these day to walk around with a keen expectation of such antiquated notions as destiny, or fate. People think you're kind of strange—you probably believe in unicorns and fairy-folk, too. You don't live in the “real world.” But I think when you keep your heart open, when you allow the universe to flow in...well, it does. Life is much bigger than we know—and it is not confined by the limitations we humans place on it—of what is and is not “real.” When things like the boxes of fabric happen, I am delighted, but not surprised. Such things have occurred many times in my life. It's not like winning the lottery; it's way more personal than that. I'll bet you've had that sort of thing happen, too.
I hope you live with an open heart. It's better to believe in unicorns than to exist behind closed doors with multiple locks. I'd love to hear your stories of synchronous events.
In the Spirit,