My days are dotted with little coincidences. Small near misses of serendipitous things that flitter in the light like the jagged edge of a crystal. Little red strings that bind my world, almost imperceptibly. The moment that one catches my eye, it feels like God is winking at me. I don’t know if I believe in a god, I don’t know if I am qualified to hold a belief. In this voidless place where our conveniently placed rock flies around a ball of fire, who might I be to confirm or deny the existence of something greater? Whatever it might be, these moments feel like a twinkle in their eye. Some part of space and time folding in on itself, but you have to catch it in the right moment.
I don’t know what it all means. I don’t know if they’re breadcrumbs leading me to a source of truth. Or mile markers that are telling me that I’m going the right way. I don’t know if they’re everyday happenstances with no higher meaning than happening to be in the right place at the right time. But maybe they’re ley lines. Pathways of light that connect the important power sources of my soul. Maybe there are no coincidences in the universe, only dropped heads-up pennies left for those looking for something extraordinary.