April has been beautiful and so good to me, because I’ve chosen to make it so. There are so many things that are always pulling at our attention span and peripheral vision for the spotlight but it’s really up to us to decide what we want to focus on the most.
I choose love.
Mostly because it chose me first.
There’s something powerful about deciding that you’re going to look for things that make you feel wonderful and then having them literally appear out of nowhere sometimes.
These are pictures from April, thus far (with one story about an encounter I had with a lovely little dog along the way)…
The sun was shining and the weather warming up perfectly. I couldn’t help but wander outside and bask in those beautiful rays and off I went. I kept saying to myself that it just felt like something wonderful was going to happen; I had no idea why I knew it but deep down, I was convinced it was going to be an amazing day.
While I was on the way home from the store, I ran into this pup named, Nala and check out the heart on her collar. There are times where, in life, you can’t help but be overwhelmed with positivity at how everything works out perfectly, no matter how you think it might end up….
I saw her wandering around and after realizing she was on her own I started calling out to get her attention and for her to come over. Having none of it, she kept wandering away with what looked like the biggest smile a dog could wear because she was savoring the day just as much as I was.
I chatted with her for a bit before calling the phone number on her tags and getting in touch with the owner. It turned out that the dog was deaf, so she couldn’t hear me at all when I was calling her and she couldn’t hear her owners calling out for her when she broke free of the leash, either. One of her owners just had surgery as well, so he couldn’t run after her like he normally could and so they were stuck watching her go off in the distance without being able to do anything to stop her.
When I looked down at my phone to call her owners, the time read 1:11pm and I remember scratching her chin when releasing the tags and seeing the heart on her collar. In that moment it was hard to deny feeling watched over and completely safe because if a dog who was deaf could go out for a little afternoon adventure and return home safely, with a hug, a smile and a joke, how much more safe could I be?
I was in the midst of a trip to the store to pick up a few things for a case of the sniffles that started developing (and thankfully that disappeared quickly!) and a few doors down from me, someone’s driveway was decorated with rainbows and hearts galore. I got a close up of the above side walk chalk heart because it looked so cute!
Despite it being April and the first day of Spring gone, it was snowing and cold on the 8th. I remember looking out the window in the morning at work and feeling my heart sink because the one thing I wanted so badly was to be able to walk along the beach without needing several layers; I wanted to be able to smell the grass and see the trees blooming. Winter 2014 was also incredibly tough for the Greater Toronto Area so I lamented more snow falling.
While at work I was feeling somewhat tired and my energy was low; I was looking forward to going home and getting an hour of rest before returning to my writing. I was putting something away at work and did a double take because a spill left behind from the nights before had the shape of a heart. Immediately I felt a lightness and chuckled out loud because I felt like everything was conspiring to put me in a good mood.
Then I got home and saw paw prints littering the deck and a few, in the picture on the left, forming the shape of hearts, as if the Universe was really trying to get me out of my head and back into the moment.
And it worked.
By this point in the week, I committed myself to finding more and more hearts because they were making themselves known to me. I wasn’t doing anything extraordinary to seek them out and justlikethat, another one made an appearance on the sidewalk while I was on my way to work in the morning.
If you’re anything like me, you’re probably wondering how on Earth so many hearts are actually around and how eerie it was/is. The past few days have seen me shrugging my shoulders with a knowing smile that this is just the tip of the iceberg.
While at work on the 10th, I walked into a display with the book in the top picture perched atop it’s shelves (which is called, “Surprise Inside Cakes” by the way). Why it shocked me? It was a heart but it was a heart with Pride/LGBTQ colors, which, for those who know me, know is a critical part of who I am and how I passionately serve my community.
The bottom panel corresponds to the alignment of numbers which, along with finding hearts, has been a sure sign that love is nearby and that the Universe has me under its wing. After so many days in a row of these alignments I wondered whether or not there was something more to it all that would be worth sharing with others.
A friend suggested at that point, that I start posting these on a blog because they’re powerful reminders that we’re all protected and that we’re all so incredibly well taken care of once we get out of our own way. In his words, “The world could use more of that, y’know?
I often get in my own way by over thinking and living in my head more than what’s probably good for me and the moment I see these hearts is the moment I come from my centre again.
While on break at work, I cut into a strawberry and was getting ready to toss it into my mouth when I realized that had the shape of a heart, too. Excitedly, I whirled around and with a mouth partially full of strawberry tried to exclaim that I found another one, to the co-workers who were already following my adventures through the pictures I posted on Facebook and Instagram.
By Thursday night this past week I was exhausted and running on 4 hours of sleep from the night before. Combine that with a little bit of extra stress and thinking that I might have blown an opportunity I wanted to have, I walked out of a coffee shop and saw this at the cross walk.
No, it’s not a heart so maybe it’s cheating a little bit, but I felt like sharing because it’s just another sign to share, of just how loved we really are.
I mean, there’s nothing special about me or what I do. I just stay open to receive help more often than not lately and that means that I don’t dismiss the little things; before I really knew it, more and more of them start appearing.
Which takes me up to today…
The first one I snapped a photo of while walking to work and seeing an oil stain left behind in the parking lot. After another night of getting 4 hours of sleep, to say I was an unhappy camper this morning would be an understatement. The parking lot heart was the first one I actually took a picture of, as there were leaves shaped like hearts, shadows casting light on the ground in the same form and even the way a few sticks fell together.
The one on the right I captured while on my way home from work.
How incredible is all of this, really? And that we all have access to these things all the time?
It doesn’t always have to be hearts. It can be feathers, or butterflies or dragonflies or songs or words or faces or anything you want it to be.
The only point is that it reminds you of how well taken care of you really are and how the Universe sees you as one of its precious own.
That’s all that matters.
And that’s exactly what I hope to have you step away from this blog understanding.
It’s all good.
It’s all working out in your favour.
It’s all love.