The synchronicity of happenings makes me wonder. Today, February 17th, would be my late daughter, Kate’s birthday. This month of love has been full of synchronicities. Two days ago my husband Dave and I were flipping through channels and there was the Lawrence Welk Show from the sixties. Pausing there for a moment because there was a tap dancer on I said, “That’s how Kate danced.” I could visualize my own daughter tapping those steps long ago. Kate taught tap as a teenager.”She could tap dance like a broadway star,” I said at her memorial. Then yesterday, the 16th, I was in a boutique buying jeans and the song,“Jitterbug” by George Michael came over the speaker yet it was playing louder than normal. Kate tap danced to the song in one of her school recitals. I hadn’t heard the song in years.
This healing road I’ve taken since her passing has been full of synchronicity. A cardinal’s been at my feeder now for a month. I hadn’t seen one in ten years there except the day my precious dog Sassi had surgery and lived. Cardinals are scarce in my town in the Arizona desert but are said to be a sign angels are near. Synchronicities help me write my novels and blogs. A friend gave me the angel in the photo below. For over 20 years I’ve placed her in the western window where as the sun sets she casts a shadow on the wall. Looking at the angel gives me peace and so I wrote the shadows’ theme in my novel, The Angel’s Daughter. Hannah, a half angel asks, “Am I just just a shadow of an angel?” Yet in the happy ending she finds her very angelness and moves forward with her life just as I have. Synchronicities are surely heavens’ messages. I know not only angels are near but Kate is always near. “What’s heaven like,” I once wrote her in a poem, “Are rainbows everywhere?” Somewhere over the rainbow the synchronicities are forming a snowflake like pattern, a loving heavenly design. 