Did you have a good day today? Some unexpected positivity come your way?
Well let me enlighten you. It only occurred to me personally as I wrote down the date a short time ago.
The 8th day, of the 8th month, of the year two thousand and…
The Chinese place huge importance on the number 8 and believe it to hold particular luck, with the number itself in Chinese sounding like the word meaning to ‘generate wealth.’
Nothing significant happened to me today, nothing bizarre or wild. But much like the mysterious power of this two circled number, another attribute the Chinese hold as lucky (the number broadens gradually, suggesting prosperity) so too were there a number of small signs and symmetrical circumstances, none of which escaped my all-too-
suspicious curious mind.
Like this morning, when we madly rushed out the house to get to a shop where I was going to check out some clothes for my birthday… and despite being there the day before, and knowing it opened at 10am… there was a sign on the door apologising for the late start today of midday instead.
Wow. Well that wasn’t meant to be. I accepted that sign whole-heartedly from the Universe and MOVED ON immediately.
Then later I was speaking to someone who was telling me about signs.
“When things are meant to happen, they will.”
Timing was everything. Not in the sense that we could haphazardly manage it and create it for ourselves – more so that we were immune to any authority over IT, and that when it was ready, it would announce itself, properly.
As I later rushed to my car, the droplets of rain coming down from the hovering dark clouds above turned into a steady pitter-patter that plastered rain-streaked drops all over my clothes as I jumped in.
Within a minute, the heavens opened. Talk about timing.
There it was again. Timing.
The world blurred.
I have always loved the rain. There is a kind of therapeutic, healing and cleansing quality to the natural sensation.
As I watched poor souls rushing around outside, trying to find cover against the random Melbourne onslaught, I found release, solace and renewed Hope, in the rain that had held off long enough until I was under shelter.
Not that I want to avoid it. We could all do with a good washing from Mother Nature every now and then.
But it was brief, it was brutal, and most of all it was beautiful.
And then, just minutes after darkness descended, sunlight appeared, and…
A small rainbow. Well what do you know.
And I was around to see all of that.
Once again… timing.
A perfectly symmetrical day of words and wisdom.
It seems the number 8 holds prosperity and promise in more ways than one…