I've been sick in bed for several days, mostly sleeping because that's what's your body commands you to do. When I woke up this afternoon, I went to the kitchen and looked out on my patio. My Patron Saint Dove was sitting on the wall, looking for food in my planters where flowers struggle to survive in the weak winter light. I haven't seen her since October 16th.
I've looked for her since then, probably every other day out of habit, but I pretty much gave up. I figured she found a tree with better foliage. When I spotted her I suddenly felt exhilarated. It's a sign, I thought, a message from the universe.
"You're not alone. There is such a thing as loyalty and devotion, but you can't go looking for it. All you can be is steadfast and open."
I believe strongly in synchronicity. I look for signs constantly. If I get out of my own way, divorced from self-seeking, self-pity, anger, and resentment, synchronicity finds me. The jewel in the crown, however, is that my dove did not just show up.
She brought a friend. What are the chances? You could chalk it up to coincidence, but I don't choose to. The two of them are now huddled together in the same place she used to sleep, perfectly dovetailed.