I think God is smiling at me right now. She has a wicked sense of timing.
About fifteen years ago, my ex-husband and I sold our car. The buyer, Tina, was a single mother who had a large down payment, and an even bigger sob story. Because we were young, strapped for cash, and idealistic, we floated the rest of the loan for her. She took the car, and promptly left town. Soon after, a different lady contacted us about the car and informed us that she would be making the car payments. The car payments came in like clockwork for about six months at which point the second woman explained why she had been making payments, and why she would not be anymore.
Unbeknownst to us, Tina was pregnant and she planned to put the baby up for adoption. The second woman was making her car payments as a “favor” so that Tina would choose her and allow her to adopt the baby. Once the baby was born and the papers signed, the woman discontinued making payments. We tried to work with Tina, but she couldn’t afford the car and we had to reclaim it as we still owed money on it ourselves.
I had not seen Tina since this incident. Until today.
I received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from a dear friend, and who else but Tina arrived on my doorstep to deliver them. I recognized her, but she did not recognize me. I realized the Universe was laughing with me, lovingly calling me on whether I am practicing what I preach.
Just yesterday I stood at that same front door and told one of my dearest friends that I loved her. That is something I normally wouldn’t do. I was raised that the “L” word is to be reserved for your spouse and a few close family members. It is not a word to throw around willy-nilly. Here lately, though, I’ve decided that I am going to cover my world in love. I am going to take a power sprayer of love and douse everything and everyone that stands near me.
Then today I sat in traffic, again pondering love. I believe that love IS. But I also believe that I make myself and others more aware of love when I manifest it in my life. MySisters have manifested love in my life. Then, being that I love words, I decided to play with the notion even more and create a word for the manifestation of sister love: hermanafestation.
So when I opened the door today and a ghost of my past stood there, I laughed. She took it as happiness for the flowers, which it partially was, but it was more. The sister that sent the flowers is all-ways hermanafesting love and she did it even in the delivery of the gift. But the gift was actually the experience—the chance to look at my past, see that it doesn’t hold power over me, and to rejoice in the knowledge that there are manifestations of love everywhere—I just need to keep my eyes and heart open so that I see them.
Love you guys….happy weekend!
