TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

Sometimes unexplained things happen, and, as I said in my last post, it’s up to me to find the positive and feel the gratitude. A few days ago, when I opened my front door, I could see a red flower sitting on the path to my mailbox. Now there are no red flowers blooming in my yard or in any yard all around me. In fact, I took a little walk in both directions looking on both sides of the street to see if there was any bush that had that flower. I figured maybe one could have blown to the front of my home, if there had been a breeze. No breeze, and no red-flowered bushes. Not one. And the perfect flower sat so noticeably centered in my view so that I couldn’t miss it…a bright, beautiful red and fully bloomed flower in my path on the way to my mailbox.

Because I don’t want to claim everything I can’t explain to be a gift from my husband’s spirit, I challenge the event until I exhaust all possible causes. In this case, my skepticism had me check the outdoor cameras to see what or who had come onto my property or fly over it to have placed it or dropped it there. I backed up the recording for the previous 24 hours knowing that’s as far back as a fresh flower could survive in our heat and yet look so fresh. Besides, I would have seen it the day before when I went outside, and there wasn’t one there ever before. No person, animal, bird or drone appeared to be the trespasser, and I ran out of explanations. It was time to accept the present as a delightful treat. And however it arrived to greet me that morning, I thanked my late husband just in case it was his doing. Even if it wasn’t, it made me feel pure gratutude and joy!