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These Little Wonders...

I am not a morning person. Covid has been a blessing for me in that way as in I do not have to get up at 6 a.m. anymore and quickly shower, eat, and rush out the door to sit in traffic for 40 minutes. Most mornings, I can sleep until at least 7, lollygag if I need to, and then sit down at my makeshift desk to work for the day. I have found, in my recent foray into sleep, that I do my best dreaming and visualizing right before I get out of bed. It’s my favorite time of the day.

Some mornings, however, I have appointments which require me to get out of bed before I want to. Today was one of those days. I had to take my car in for service because last week during my oil change, they discovered I had a stuck lug nut on my tire. In solidarity to my car, I also feel like I have a stuck lug nut on my tire. My appointment was at 8 a.m. and the service center is at most 5 minutes from my house. I got up at 7:15, showered and dressed like a person who leaves home once in a while, and I was promptly at my 8 a.m. appointment. The last song on the radio before I got out of the car was “Somewhere over the Rainbow” by Iz. If you don’t know that version, I encourage you to take a listen as he does a magical job.

Look at me, clean and prompt, taking care of business! Only my appointment as it turns out was for 10:15. And I was told there would be a rental car for me, which there was not. I wasn’t mad about this because a) I didn’t need a rental car, b) I am never early for anything ever and c) it’s a stuck lug nut, how long could this even take? The astrologer in me says, “Well, this appointment was made during Mercury retrograde, this is how it goes. No big deal.” The service center managed to get a shuttle to drive me home which was waiting for me as I walked outside and I was home by 8:15.

As we were driving to my house, I was thinking, this all just turned exactly different than I expected but still fine. A rental car would’ve made this more complicated, and it was NOT going to be a fun car like a convertible or something, plus I am chained to my desk for the day anyway. The medium in me however can’t help thinking there IS a reason for this snafu, so I am vigilant. As we pull down my street, there at the end of my road is this very faint but big rainbow peeking out of the clouds. I don’t even think the man driving the shuttle noticed. I even took my sunglasses off because I tend to see things with those that aren’t apparent to the naked eye.

Sidebar - they are rose-colored glasses, literally, and they show so many cool things that I can’t see without them. I also bought them in Hawaii at my mother’s urging despite their high price tag and I have had them for almost 4 years now which is a feat in and of itself. My son tells me if I keep wearing these rose-colored glasses, I will miss every red flag that comes along. That just makes me smile every time I think of it. My little Virgo worrier.

But back to the story. Does everything have to mean something? No. And certainly not if grand connection and magical thinking makes you feel weird. You do you. But if you have been reading my blogs before, you know which way I am going with this one. That rainbow was gone before I could take a picture. The driver dropped me off, I opened my front door, dropped my purse on the counter and went outside to get a picture and it faded before my eyes.

Definitely not the rainbow I saw today, because I didn't get a pic. But this one is amazing so here you go.

I thought to myself, “Well this is going to be a magical day.”

What does all of this really mean? I don’t know. My dad sends me rainbows to say hello sometimes. Rainbows also often signify I am on the right path. But then as I walked back in the house, I thought about Iz, and the last song I heard in my own car.

I see you Spirit, thank you for letting me know we are never really alone.

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