I think it’s called… Serendipity
There is a place that feels like home, although it’s not the place where I live. When I was last there… I wandered onto the beach on my own, to bid it ‘au revoir’, inhale its magic, but also, in the hope of taking a little piece of it back with me – when I returned to the place where I do live.
It is a pebbley beach so I would take… a pebble. There were lots to spare. Perhaps I’d spot one with a hole all the way through. They are cool and you can make them into light pulls (although I never have done yet).
I picked a spot, sat on the pebbles, and looked out onto the shimmering water. It felt… just right. I breathed in the welcoming air. It tasted salty clean. I gazed at the calming view, and as I listened to the waves, I laid my hands down to feel the smooth stones all around me.
Inhaling deeply, I soaked it all in. Far away to infinity the sky stretched.
Closer, much closer, I looked down at the pebbles…
Look what I saw!
A little piece of serendipity.
Right next to me, this special pebble. It looked familiar. A pattern of hearts – just like my little girl draws. Could she have drawn it and left it at another time? (Of course not!) I wrapped my hand around the smooth stone and breathed in again. A moment of bliss. Brilliant peace.
When it was time to go, I put the stone in my pocket.
Now… wherever I am, when I want to feel ‘at home’ again, and return to that place, all I have to do is sit comfortably, take the pebble in my palm, close my eyes and let the memories wash over me. Feel them.
I believe in Serendipity.
Have you ever picked something up to carry and use as a kind of totem? A reminder of a special person, place, or feeling? An object that jogs your memories and takes you right back to a special place?
Have you experienced serendipity?