it speaks, i listen

I believe that The Universe, however it is comprised - God, angels, spirit guides, people who have passed - surrounds us and hears us and directs us. My imagination sees our grand union as like a circuit board; all of us as wires of energy which cross, crisscross, circle, entangle each other. 

Was W, then a stranger to me, throwing energy my way when she biked past my street all those many times all those many years ago? 

I am convinced The Universe likes to toy with me. Sometimes it laughs at me, more often these days, it laughs with me. An example - I recently enjoyed a television series, The Makanai: Cooking for the Maiko House, a glimpse at two young girls pursuing ambitions to become geishas. In these several years of training they are called maiko, which means half-jewel. Sounds lovely and enticing but their days are rigid and strict. One of the two girls, early on, realizes it is not her calling, but cooking is, and she takes on the role of the house cook. I was immediately bonded to her. I loved each show and learned a lot. I raved about it on social media and was sad when the nine episodes ended.

Walking into a large bookstore soon after, I headed straight for the cooking section, as I always do, and facing me on a generic side bookcase display that I couldn't miss - no one could - was a most beautiful book cover featuring a maiko. My feet came to a stop. I chuckled. "Hello Universe!"

Another example - Not long before, I had told W it occurred to me that I had not seen a Dalmatian in a very long time. There seems everywhere to be Labradors, Pitties, an abundance of Mutts, and being in Dallas, Chihuahuas, but rarely do we see the spotted firehouse mascots. My plan was to purposely test The Universe with this observation. I put it out there. I said it aloud.

Well, it laughed with me, as Dalmatians in different forms crossed my path for days after.

The most recent event though, solidly sealed my theory. If my faith wasn't so strong, I might have been spooked. Oh, that circuit board! Check this out.

My sister, Robin, moved to a mountain top several states away and just as Covid was hitting hard. I haven't seen her in almost three years, so imagine the excitement surrounding her upcoming visit to Dallas.  A bonus to her trip is meeting her new dear friend Doris, who has decided to come with her. Doris is a master gardener, and we are anxious to show her the beautiful Dallas Arboretum as well as a terrifically long list of other things. She has become a friend via social media and W and I are so happy to get to meet her.

Meantime, W posted an article, one of those enticing ads for all the beautiful, expensive places you'll likely never get to visit. There were over a dozen of them, spread across the U.S. east to west and north to south. One that really caught my attention was Blackberry Farm, a five-star 'hotel' in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains, a region of the country where I grew up and not all that far from where my sister now lives. It boasts acres of tranquil escape with views to die for.

Well, hear the belly laugh from The Universe? Would you believe..... Doris' son is the executive chef at Blackberry Farm! Not a joke but again, laughing just the same. Really, what are the odds?

But wait, The Universe isn't through.

It was only a couple days later, that W and I returned to the bookstore mentioned earlier. I checked out the blank journals while she hit the arts section. She took her time, knowing I would soon head to the cooking racks and would be there a while. I did.

I had no particular shelf in mind, simply approached a corner relatively new to me. The very first book I pulled out was The Blackberry Farm Cookbook. The Universe howled!

I sat at a small wood table nearby and opened the pages to see if it indeed, might be the very farm. It was. I immediately sent a group text to my sister and Doris. The conversation added to my theory, for I heard that the day before, Robin and Doris were together and Doris, for whatever reason, asked my sister if she thought I might like a copy of the Blackberry Farm book. She has an extra. 

I stayed at the table and spent some time soaking up the beautiful pages, the photo within of Doris' son, the recipes I might first cook when I receive a gifted copy. What a special book it will be! You know..... knowing The Universe orchestrated this entire thing.