Signs, Omens, Portents...or Coincidence?

Edgar in the safety of his castle

Saturdays many times are a day of recuperation for me, like today. I awoke around the usual time, 6:30 give or take a few minutes. Getting up to go jogging seemed like more than I was capable of doing. Actually, getting out of bed seemed more than I was capable of doing. So, with very little planning on my part, I fell back asleep, not just once, but twice. Sometimes it is very necessary to let my body replenish it's energy level through restful inactivity. That's what this particular Saturday is all about. While my body is resting I will exercise my mind and imagination by reading, something I really hate to do (that is sarcasm, and you should look it up if you are not familiar with the word).

In my ESOL conversation groups we have discussed the idea of a grand design vs. coincidence. Whether things that happened had meaning and were a part of a larger picture or design that was shaped by a Higher Power. I am not a religious fanatic, but as far as all the important, and even many of what seem like the not-so-important events and chance meetings in my life, I don't believe in coincidence. When Harry came into my life, although I didn't recognize it at first, I believe I was given a miracle. I don't think my adopting Edgar was coincidence, either. The Humane Society's animal shelter in the town of Quaker Hill had taken in seven cockatiels and put an advertisement in the newspaper to find people to adopt them. I happened to see the ad, and it was just at the time I was getting over grieving for the loss of Harry. When I went to the Humane Society shelter, Edgar was the only cockatiel left. He also was on the brink of becoming very sick, and dying. From the way he was acting when I got him home, I didn't think he was even going to live through that first night. Now, however, he is doing very well, and he knows he is the boss in this house. I wouldn't have it any other way. So you see, I believe it was meant to be. Call it fate, destiny, or simply an extraordinary event. To Edgar and I, however, I would say it was a not-so-little miracle, that came along during a rough stretch on the road of life. I can't speak for Edgar, but I am very happy that our paths crossed. As I am also very happy, and blessed, to have met those of you I know.