Synchronicity Happenings?
Walking down the road on a hot summer day I was filled with grief for the loss of my daughter Kate. However, I vowed that day to never become a bitter old women.
Twenty plus years have gone by and these years have been filled with a synchronicity of happenings. They come like brilliant light shining through a winter storm. Are they really psychic experiences or the work of angels?
The first happening took place in a dream weeks after Kate passed away. A voice in a dream said, ” Read the book Charlotte’s Web, there will be a message in it for you.” But I had never read the childrens’ book by E. B. White. Astounded, I woke up determined to read the book to see if there really was a message in it for me? As I read all afternoon long, the pages spoke of the bucolic life on the farm and the enduring friendship between a pig named Wilbur and Charlotte, the farms’ talented artist who as it happened was an endearing spider who created magical webs. Charlotte saves Wilburs’ life at the fair by weaving her webs filled with woven messages like “Some Pig” and other wonderful sayings. Yet sadly, Charlotte dies and Wilbur is left without his best friend. I wondered then where was my message? Could it just be a dream? But my message was there written on the very last page, “Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart.” This message was the beginning of a synchronicity of events that would continue.
A few months later my fifteen year old daughter, Elizabeth, left a note on her bedroom floor when she went to school. “Dear Kate in heaven,” it read in part, “I love you more than anyone but could you please help Mom?” I sat on her bed and knew I needed to move forward focusing on my living children to be the best mom to my twins Mike and Elizabeth. Didn’t they deserve the same attentive mother I’d been for Kate?
Ten years later Kate’s memory had inspired me to write novels about angels and my life was filled with purpose and thanksgiving. Yet sadlyI lost my husband Steve and wondered how would I handle another death of someone I loved? But a beautiful new message came. Was it another synchronicity happening? My son, Mike, gave me a birthday card with a jeweled butterfly on it. “You will get your wings and fly again soon,” Mike wrote.
And so inspired by his loving heartfelt card and the yellow butterflies on the bushes outside my window, I began to formulate in my mind the third novel in the Mystic Bay Series, Town of Angels. It’s a novel set in the psychic town of Mystic Bay where angels live as humans and love abounds. In the story butterflies are sent from Angel Ken, to calm and nurture his flock of humans.Some land on the shoulders and fingers of the characters changing their days to happy ones.
And then a serendipitous encounter? What happened next was to me a miracle. This past summer Elizabeth called with news of a butterfly landing near and on her family as they sat on the steps at their apartment building in New York City. For one week in the late afternoon a butterfly graced them with its presence landing a few times on each of them. It landed on my son -in -laws’ finger, on Elizabeth’s shoulder and on the baby’s shoulder. A coincidence caught on their cell phones?
I think not but a synchronicity, a happening of love, a testimony of finding heavens’ messages in the everyday. For I believe our world is awash with guiding angels. Some even come in dreams or send butterflies. For you see the most lovely part of this story is dear Elizabeth and her husband Seth named their baby girl Kate more then twenty years after Kate’s passing. I had my baby granddaughter, Kate, another Kate to love. A butterfly had landed on her shoulder just as I’d written in my latest novel.
The messages come so frequently now. I have a growing family of loved ones. And the bitter old woman I so worried would become my future ? She never showed up because of the synchronicity of happenings in this lovely angel and butterfly inspired life of mine, a life worth cherishing.
Below baby Kate and her butterfly
My twins Liz and Mike have been such treasures in my life. When I was writing my first novel, The Angel’s Daughter, Liz was in graduate school. An avid reader, she edited the first draft of my manuscript with a red pen. Her ability as an editor amazed me. On the plane going home from our visit she called me as I sat on the runway,”Mom, I saw a man running down the street with angel wings tattooed on his back. Make Sam’s character have angel wing tattoos!” Thus Sam, the despicable character as Hannah’s ex- boy friend and writing professor, was given large angel wing tattoos on his back which he proudly shows off in the novel on TV interviews.