Do you believe in destiny? Do you think that sometimes coincidences are really not coincidences? It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
Let me give you an example of why I think about things like that:
Recently I have blogged about the writing retreat that MY Jane has so thoughtfully arranged for me as a birthday present. The retreat will be held at a beautiful Alogonquin Park resort called Arowhon Pines. To get there, we will have to travel along Highway 60.
When Jane and I were talking about that weekend, it struck me that we would have to pass by a spot called Grassmere, a mere blip on the map. I know of this spot because a couple of years ago I learned that my Grandparents, Edgar and Maggie Pickering were married there. I had come across a little album booklet from the year 1901 in which guests at their wedding had written little poems to them.
The very first poem in this little booklet is pictured below:
Is it coincidence that we will be driving right past Grassmere where this note was written by William Field on September 15, 1901? That’s 114 years ago – almost to the day. We will be passing by there on September 19, a few days from now.
Notice the last line in William Field’s poem….”write a line to me”. And here I’m going on a writing retreat!
What do you think?
Life Unfolding 