Cosmic CoAuthors work with us in such subtle ways, their influence is almost indetectable. Almost. They nudge and encourage, silently dropping ideas into our minds, leading us in and out of learning situations with gentle hints. Only later can I detect their unmistakeable fingerprints, usually by realizing, “Hey! That was no ‘coincidence!’” It happened to me again yesterday.
I’d been drawn to a library book about how not to look old, probably because I just passed my sixtieth birthday last month. Yikes! Maybe I should be concerned? Dress differently? Wear different makeup?
This coincides with my recent loss of thirty pounds, and my sudden overpowering need to clear clutter from every drawer, closet, box, and garage. (The first “coincidence,” in fact, was at a local author event, where I “randomly” chose a seat next to the author of a book titled If Clutter Could Talk