I was wanting some small pine cones to put into my potpourri jars and let several of my friends know about it, but no one was coming up with anything. Then, on a warm day in November my cat, Clive, begged me to come out and be with him on the front porch. Like him, I lay on my back and looked up—to see the tree above me laden with the very pine cones I was wanting.

Tags: Joy, Synchronicity

Posted: Friday, December 3rd, 2010 at 5:48 pm