Dear Strong Woman,
There are no coincidences.
Occasionally I pull from this deck of Gabby Bernstein mantra cards for inspiration. I haven’t touched them since I moved four months ago, but I saw them in my drawer as I was putting some things away and felt inclined.
I sprawled out the deck in my hand and pointed it towards Muzz. I had previously made a practice of pulling the first card his nose touched, so I stuck with that tried and true method tonight.
I’ve not been home more than thirty minutes from what I’ve lovingly deemed Cleo Weekend, a time spent remembering the day our best girl’s wings carried her away from us. In those four years since she’s passed, she visits me most frequently in the form of a hummingbird.
And here she is again tonight.
The response from my mother upon receiving this picture was this:
“Another person who enjoyed the last word in her older age. She was thanking you.”
I’m crying and smiling at the sound of her giggle in my head. If you don’t believe in the magic of miracles, it’s okay…I believe in it enough for us all.