As I was out for a walk this morning I was tuning into the the feel of the wind blowing through the air. I began thinking about how signs of fall were beginning to emerge. The sky was clear blue, the clouds were puffy, a few leaves were beginning to turn color, and the air felt so clean and fresh.
As a walked along I looked down and noticed a shiny penny in the dirt. I smiled, picked it up and placed it in my pocket and then expressed gratitude. I love finding pennies … particularly when I am out walking. I refer to them as “pennies from heaven.” After placing the penny in my pocket I thought about how delightful it would be if I found three of them along my walk today … and sure enough, I did! As I walked along I continued to think about how wonderful the breeze felt and I was noticing all of the changes to the neighborhood. We’ve been away most of the summer and I just happened to be “home” this weekend.
Within a half mile of the first penny, I spotted a second one. I stooped down, picked it up and placed it in my pocket. Again I expressed gratitude for my double-good luck. I also thought how cool it would be to find a third penny. Afterall. three is a very powerful number and many things happen in groups of three.
I continued my walk and to my delight, I spotted a third penny about a quarter mile away from the second penny. Wow! I was amazed, delighted and extremely grateful. Again, I quietly expressed my thanks and chuckled at how easy to was to spot these pennies today.
The amazing thing is that today was the first day since late June that I walked my “usual” route. I was tuning into everything around me. I love to see how environments shift and change after being away for a while.
Pennies have long been a sign of blessings for me. They are a signal that everything is OK, that I’m on the right track. They are a message of encouragement … to keep doing what I’m doing. A few years ago my Mom mentioned that she used to find pennies often as a child. A friend of mine who was visiting that day (and doing a “reading” with my mom) mentioned that those pennies were a gift from her father … that the pennies she often found as a child were a signal that her father was close by, at least in spirit. The conversation about the pennies was comforting to my mom. She was 85 at the time and this was one of the few times she spoke about growing up. She never knew her father.
I deposited my three pennies into the ”treasure box” on my desk. They are a constant reminder that life is full of delights, blessing and surprises. Notice everything around you. Sometimes the most obvious is in the most simple. As we learn to let go of what holds us back, it often turns out that everything we need is all around us. We just need to open our hearts and minds to accept what simply IS.
Let today’s breeze blow many blessings your way. Just let them in.
Peg
