I’m always struck by two characteristics of my personal “adult” world that very greatly from those of my extreme childhood.
The first is that I never, ever remember seeing any raptors (eagles, hawks, etc.) growing up, even though we frequented many areas on the east coast that should have featured them (and I was always looking, believe me). Today, whether it’s because of the decades-old ban on DDT (look it up, Daughter) or the fact we now live in Southern California, I see raptors all over the place, every day! It’s awesome!
The second is how frequently and often I find money during the course of my daily travels. As a youngster who was perennially short of funds, the search for random bits of change was something of a part-time obsession. And it was almost never requited. But when I did come across that penny, it was magic. Sure, I might only accumulate seven cents during an entire year, but it kept me going. By contrast, it’s actually rare that a day goes by now when I don’t find some loose change out in the world somewhere.
Of course the foregoing completely ignores the more dramatic real history moments that have happened in the last four or five decades, like going to the moon, cell phones, wars, famines, iPads, etc., but it’s my timeline, so I get to choose.
Anyway, at some point quite awhile ago, I believe it was my Lovely Spouse who came up with the notion that the coinage I come upon is really a reflection of God’s Bounty. Actually, it was my Spouse channeling Dr. Wayne Dyer, but I like the notion anyway.
I always pick up that stray penny or dime because part of me also thinks that it would be a Sin not to do so.
So how does Whole Thing work on a Practical Muggle Basis? It certainly has its upside and downside. On the positive, there are plenty of days on which God shows His or Her Bounty to me.
Rarely are substantial sums in play, although I did find a little over twenty-four bucks at the theater a couple weeks ago. But sometimes, it does seem other factors are at work.
Case in point. Several years ago now, Daughter spent a summer far away in Ghana volunteering at an orphanage. One evening, not long after she arrived in country, I was happily walking DandyDog here around our neighborhood on one of our regular rounds. About midway through, I spied a large coin on the sidewalk ahead of me. When I reached down and picked it up, I discovered it was not American — it was a Ghanian cedi.
Was it a sign that Daughter was being watched over? I tend to think so. Nothing ever remotely similar has happened before or since.
But sometimes, if God’s Bounty has not been apparent for several days running, I have a tendency to get a little worried. Have I been abandoned? Am I being punished for drinking a real non-diet soda? Is the world about to end?
Since I’m rarely clear regarding the details of the Universe Master Plan, I just redouble my efforts to see and find God’s Bounty.
To wit, on Friday morning on my way to work, I was stopped at a traffic light that is positioned just before a main thoroughfare out of our little subdivision. As I was
dreading plotting planning my day of work, I glanced outside the car to my left and there was a shiny quarter lying in the road next to the median yellow stripes. I did a quick calculation and thought I could just open the door, step out and retrieve the Bounty, and get back in before the light changed. And there wasn’t much traffic behind me.
Well, I thought about it a little too long, and I failed to grasp the moment before it was gone and I was swept up with all the other Muggle Commuters headed to the office.
I was bummed. After all, does it still count as God’s Bounty if you don’t actually pick it up? I was left with that question to ponder all day.
I made a point to check to see if was still there when I drove by on the way home, but I didn’t see anything. But because I was going a little too fast to conduct a really good scan, I rolled by again yesterday to take a closer look. (This Bounty search can get a little out of hand sometimes.)
Nothing. It was gone. Bummer.
But wait, there’s more.
As I left the house late yesterday, I looked down when I opened the front door and there lay a shiny quarter, right on our threshold. Admittedly, there’s a lot more loose change scattered around this house than the average residential street, but still . . . .
It looked as if the Universe was back in alignment, if only for a short spell.
Well, this morning I had an early Sunday meeting with a friend of mine for coffee. As it so happened, my route took me by the site of the “lost quarter.”
Guess what? It was still there — just shifted a bit to the middle of the median and almost invisible to the average passerby. Since it was quiet and the streets empty, I quickly slipped out and picked it up.
The Order of the Universe has been preserved.
At least for today.