I woke up this morning feeling better than I have in weeks. I was finally able to get a good night of sleep and the aura of anxiety that has been following me around since my mother was diagnosed has finally been lifted. I miss her but I am able to find a little bit of joy in each day and recognize the little synchronicities that mean that I am being taken care of by the mystic law.
I came into work dressed in jeans, turtleneck and sweatshirt - grateful for Casual Fridays. After my first client I was starting to feel a little warm. It was either a hot flash or the sun finally making its appearance after a week of rain that was warming my office. I took off my sweatshirt and shook it out to hang on the back of my chair. Like a feather from heaven, a wee sock fell to the floor. I had done laundry at my son's home this past weekend and one of my dear Lizzie's socks must have attached to my sweatshirt.
Gifts come in all shapes and sizes and sometimes all it takes is the sock of a precious, beloved toddler to make the sun shine again.


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I love that philosophy!
I'm so happy to hear that you are feeling better. I could not help thinking as I read about the sock, 'I wonder if it was attached to her back all morning long?'
Glad to hear your day was much brighter with the gift of this wee sock that fell out of your sweatshirt
You are so right Linda.
You mean like those little "things" you were talking about the other day?