Nearly always, I stumble on money. Not sacks of hundred dollar bills, alas only coins. Pennies from heaven are sheer inspiration. They remind me why I’m out there and push me harder. Lifelong fitness is my goal and I’m convinced someone ‘up there’ is encouraging me.
I write romance, so I’m thrilled when a heart finds me. Key chain heart, earring heart, lonely heart, broken heart, I stash them all in a heart-shaped bowl. The count is up to nine.
My last run, Thursday, I really hit the jackpot. A semi-crushed Derek & the Dominos double CD set (one still played and had my all time favorite Eric Clapton song, Bell Bottom Blues,) a dime, and Poppa Smurf. As a firm believer in signs, I often wonder. What are they trying to tell me?
And who?
