Spirit serendipity

As I have been chronicling, I am on a clearing out process in my home. Clothes, clutter, past use dates on foods, medicines, you name it. Big time on that list is going through storage in my garage, much of which involves diving into 13 year old boxes of things from my mothers home after she passed. Things we did not know what do with when we closed her home. It has been an emotional undertaking. Poignant, sad, funny and endearing. Much of the items are mundane things like office and cleaning supplies. I am trying to repurpose as much as I can and want to. I am delighted with now having  jumbo colored paper clips to use at my desk and a nicer bottle opener than my old one. Little things that remind me of her in my office and kitchen. Little treasures. 

This week a miraculous thing happened. A reminder that spirit exists in mysterious forms and interact with us here in mortal bodies. Some call it coincidence, serendipity, others call it a message from beyond. Here is the occurrence.  I have a wood piece of furniture that lost it's wheels and I now need to just remove the remaining ones and let it rest on floor flat. I was discussing this with a friend and he suggested I get furniture pads to put under the corners so that I would be able to slide it around easier when I need to move it and it would not scratch my floor. What an idea! I set out to buy them and put them on my shopping list. Right after this phone call, I went to my garage to pull another bag/box of things to go through. I stood in front of shelves full of boxes and garbage bags closed and full of miscellaneous stuff. I randomly chose a not heavy plastic bag and brought it inside. My process is to sit at my table, listen to a podcast or book and slowly, methodically go through the stuff making piles of trash, donation, keep and sort for other family members or myself. 

I peered into a dirty bag of loose stuff. Reaching into the bag I pulled the first thing my hand touched. It was a gallon size ziploc bag filled with dirty stuff. As I opened it and laid the items out I realized that my mom had kept lots of furniture floor protectors. The ones you put under heavy furniture so they do not make permanent dents in your carpet or scratch your floor. WTF?! The FIRST item I pulled out was an unopened package of floor protectors to stick to bottom of heavy furniture to protect hard floors! Whoa.

This was less than 3-4 minuets after my call and decision to buy them for my own furniture situation. And I swear to you, I realized that my mom's spirit was saying "M'ija, do not buy them , I have them!" She guided my hand to select the exact bag amid all the other boxes and stuff and guided my hand to pull the very item first.  Too much to be be mere coincidence. My mouth dropped open. Ok, mommy. I got it. Thank you. 

I am comforted and happy to realize she is still around in some unfathomable form, occasionally dropping into my life. Gracias mamita. I will not buy new ones, thanks for saving me $ and giving me yours. After death, as in life, she is still helping  me in small thoughtful ways.