I do not believe in coincidence, yet I am still awed when the world outside of me seems to respond to the inner landscape.
This morning, when I open the inner door to step through the closed-in porch and outside to retrieve the paper, can you guess what greets me?
It is the song of a cricket, singing for all its worth, from a hidden corner somewhere in the room!
It is so loud that our dog, who is not a fan of thunder, smoke alarms, or other loud and strange noises, has to be coaxed out for her morning walk.
I am stunned.
Yesterday, I gave my offering to the world and to you, dear reader.
Today, I am graced by the presence of a visitor I have never heard in all of my years in this house.
I choose to accept the gift with wonder.
The cricket is silent now, the gift given.
The recipient begins his day with his heart filled with the song.