Some Serendipities

Sometimes I realize later in the day, or after half a week, that I’ve been washed over in a refrain of motifs — that are serendipity.

This week it was the language and music of The Lord of the Rings, the Egyptian gods, and Sun Ra.

Past weeks held any number of coincident recurrence.

All motifs are metaphor — for creativity and vocation, for mystery and curiosity.

When I am caught in my physical form, I am too dense to realize the message. When I let loose, I become the Serendipity.

I become a timely recurrence, a message for others, a side character in their charmed unfolding.

I watched this on a new colleague’s first day, when problems arose perfectly contoured to her ability to assist. The problem was glaringly not a problem — but instead a wind-willed gift arriving on cue.

What conclusive meaning can I discern from these motifs? Only that I am being guided and given that which I need and which supports me.