I love how the Universe talks to me through even inanimate objects, like the parking meters at the boardwalk. \u00a0Friday night, I couldn’t get the meter to register taking my coins. \u00a0I thought it was because it was after 9:00pm. Today I found a spot right in front of Starbucks and, out of quarters, began feeding nickels and dimes. \u00a0The meter did not register the coins. \u00a0Hmmm. \u00a0I drove to another spot, another meter. \u00a0Same thing. \u00a0I had no quarters, so I just left the boardwalk and drove south. \u00a0I saw someone pulling out and pulled into their spot. \u00a0Score! 45 minutes left on the meter! \u00a0I walked down to the shore and watched the tide coming in.<\/p>\n
“I’m always surprised at how few people are on the beach at sunrise and sunset<\/em>,” a voice behind me said. \u00a0I smiled, as I’d said the same thing to someone two days ago. I turned around and there stood a friend I knew from Miami and hadn’t seen in 30+ years. \u00a0We recognized each other at the same time and laughed. \u00a0We talked awhile and wondered, why now<\/em> the synchronicity? \u00a0We both visit the same beach access several times a week for the past many years, but at different times of the day. \u00a0Today it was at the same time. \u00a0We find that our lives have followed similar paths, similar twists and turns. \u00a0We have similar beliefs now, we did not 30 years ago. \u00a0It’s like we took different paths to get to the same place, and experienced parallel lessons along the way. Had the parking meters taken my coins, I would not have travelled the extra 200 feet south and found the meter with 45 minutes left on it. \u00a0Had I not found it, I would not have been on the beach at that moment to connect with a dear brother from the past. Life keeps dropping gifts in my life in the form of friends from the past returning in new ways and everything in that smooth, easy flow that I so love. I’m stoked I’m the one who gets to live this life. \u00a0I’m enjoying the unfolding immensely.<\/p>\n