Timing can be frustrating. We can wait and wait for something to happen, and it seems to be forever until it comes to pass. Or, suddenly, an event or circumstance is thrust upon us, catching us by surprise. Believing that things happen too slowly or too quickly is an illusion. Timing is perfect.
Today, I will trust and work with Divine Order. I will accept the timing in my life today and in my past as being perfect.
From The Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie
Meditation for the Day
Prayer for the Day
I pray that I may love the simple things of life. I pray that I may keep my life uncomplicated and free.
From Twenty-Four Hours a Day
I’ve always been fascinated with numbers…a given tendency since I’m a former math teacher. My favorite number is 23, for a myriad of reasons, mostly due to the fact it’s been appearing so often throughout my life.
I’m also a big fan of synchronicity….my eyes were opened in 2002 when I watched the movie “Signs” and became aware there are so many levels of synchs for us to become aware of in this journey of life.
The real magic comes, at least for me, when numbers and synchronicity join together to supply me with amazement. This is the story of one such event.
My daughter was attending a teacher’s workshop and was afforded the luxury of going out to eat lunch. The restaurant she went to gave circular wooden tokens with numbers on them to call out when someone’s order was ready. She was given the number 23. She knows of my fascination (Ok, let’s be honest,,,obsession) with the number, so she snapped a picture of it and sent it to me….how cool was that?
The next day the workshop was in its final day and she invited me to the same restaurant to have lunch with her. We met up and placed our orders. I was given the number 20 and she was given the number 3. It took no time at all for me to realize that the sum of the two numbers was 23. So needless to say, I had to take a picture of the two of them.
Since I’m a big fan of synchs and numbers, I’m not often surprised when they make an appearance, but this one even was amazing to me. My daughter, by herself for lunch, got my favorite number. When we ate together the next day, the sum of our two numbers was 23. What are the chances of that?
While I’m sure there’s a doubting Thomas somewhere saying “That was just a mere coincidence,” I’m sure there’s a hidden meaning there that deserves to be examined. My daughter and I don’t get to eat with one another very often and here was a wink from the Universe saying this was indeed a cherished occasion. I have no doubt that everything that had transpired with our meeting, including the awesome discussion we had, was a part of a bigger plan.
And so there you go…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
David Lee
As I wrote about and shared earlier today, I picked up the practice of writing in a journal as a part of my journey of the past fourteen years. Another suggestion that someone made was to get a hobby. Given the fact that my father had taken so many pictures in the past and the newer technology made it so much easier to get quality shots, I decided to take up photography.
Over the years, I’ve taken thousands and thousands of pictures. Being out in nature, especially the mountains, is one of my favorite pastimes now. I also go to a local open mic event each month and take pictures of the performers and audience. Very rarely a week goes by that I don’t take pictures of something I see out and about.
Beginning next week, I’ll be taking pictures for the local newspaper for a salary. A friend that knew of my love for photography sent me an ad he had seen where the editor was looking for a nightlife photographer. I responded to the ad, including some of the pictures I had taken at the most recent open-mic event.
After not hearing back after over a month, I assumed someone with better credentials had been hired for the job. That was, until this week. I received a call from the editor and he asked if I was still interested in the position, which of course I was. He said he had several other potentials to contact and that he would call me back the next day. The next day came and went and once again, I figured someone else had gotten the position. That at least was, until today.
I received a call during lunch from the paper’s phone number and sent the call to voicemail. No voicemail was left. When I got home, I saw an email from the editor offering me the position starting next week. I’ll be going by the newspaper offices one day next week to sign a contract and work out the details.
So one thing leads to another and for the first time in my life, I can call myself a professional photographer.
David Lee
David Lee 