Moments of Grace: Signs and Synchronicities (#4) Merely Coincidence?

Photo by Anna Marie January

Tell me again about your Beloved and the rainbow

About your Brothers, and how you thought you saw one sitting across the street in his funky car. Did he send the butterfly you just couldn’t shake? Now the other has shown us so powerfully that he Shines On

Tell me about the lights on your bicycle flashing
In the the middle of the night
About the little girl who called out your Daughter’s name
And the message she wrote on the underside of the table before she passed

Tell me about your son’s writing on that next page of the scratch pad            You found it months later                                                                                                      It said “I love you Dad.”

About the roller hockey game on your brother’s anniversary and the actor      From the film you used to watch together

About your dancing fire and the strange green light                                                At your best friend’s memorial

What about the Rose that blooms like clockwork                                                    Beside the sculpture I created for your baby girl
Or your Father, and his favorite seafood dish at your business meeting?

You told me that your Brother pointed to his head in your dream before you even knew what had happened
And that although you were sad about leaving, you were not afraid to die because you knew the Truth

Tell me again about your vivid dreams, the coyote and the hummingbirds      About the boy on the train who talked your ear off
And when you asked him his name, what did he say?                                                It was our son’s name

Then I will tell you about my hummingbirds
And the smoke in the night sky
About a stranger with a bouquet of flowers
A Soldier who called me from Germany to talk about Brothers

While at the same time the Medium was telling me that my son was talking about Brothers…and to look out for the bouquet of flowers

Then another handsome Soldier appeared at my car window with a smile  Answering a question I had only asked in my head

I’ll tell you what the young man, a complete stranger, called out to me
As I was leaving the restaurant
About the oddly familiar way the little boy in the vet’s office looked at me, then kissed his dog.
What name did his mother call him when it was time to go?                                  It was our son’s name

I’ll tell you how grateful I am for all of you
And for those who share messages with such clarity                                                  No longer afraid to say that they SEE                                                                              and HEAR what others may not

So is it merely coincidence

That we met the night before our Sons’ birthdays?                                                      Two mothers,                                                                                                                          Two candles in one slice of cake at The Olive Garden
That we met on a bridge, in a store, at the gas station?

We are the ones I am writing for
So Much Love



Postscript: Each of the above mentions refers to events, just too perfect to be mere coincidence. With awe,tears or goose bumps, often all three, I listened to the touching and detailed stories shared by friends, acquaintances and family who knew or suspected their loved ones were sending them a message from across the veil.



8 thoughts on “Moments of Grace: Signs and Synchronicities (#4) Merely Coincidence?”

  1. Wow…. So moving, so beautiful, straight to the heart but not with saddness, with amazing grattitude, insight, and love. What a beautiful expression of how you observe and feel love.

    1. Thank you for reading it and recognizing the spirit in which it was written. These are all brief descriptions, sort of a shorthand of elegantly orchestrated events recounted to me, mostly one on one, by family members, old friends and new friends. You’re right. The stories were told with love, gratitude and a sense of awe–often with tears welling on both sides and goosebumps acknowledged. Sometimes with a laugh and a shake of the head…

  2. Coincidence?

    the name,
    the word,
    the feeling,
    the experience–
    of *this* ?



    1. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment Jessica! And the brilliant instigators of these sublime moments? = All working with perfect love, known by many names.

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