I have to preface this post by saying that I had drafted a post prior that was about writing “fluff” for the sake of keeping my writing agreement. I wasn’t judging myself, but I was committing to writing the posts that had been lurking in my head but I had not taken the time to write. Ironically, I lost the draft in cyberspace. I have never had that happen. It literally disappeared. So instead of trying to recreate that post, I decided to put my money where my mouth is and get one of the defining moments of my life out of my head and out into the blogosphere.
People that know me know I tend to be a bit “airy fairy.” (If you are intuitive, a healer, or have some other spiritual gift, please don’t think I am being flippant. I believe the reason Angels can fly is because they take things lightly… including themselves.) I am always looking for signs and symbols. I consult my dream book on a regular basis. And I have had lots of uncanny experiences. I have no problem with the the notion that I have these because I am looking for them. I do believe that perception is reality.
A few months after my dad passed away, I began finding dimes. It struck me as odd because I began to realize it was always dimes, not quarters or pennies, not other objects, but dimes specifically. I found them everywhere and often. The first few times, I thought little of it. After a few weeks, I began to think about this oddity more and more. I had never heard of anyone else having this experience, but it had become so pronounced that I began to talk about it to other people. Finally, my teenage son decide he would “Google it.”
Knowing my son, I don’t think he really expected to find anything. I think he was doing it more for comic relief because he was sick of me telling him where I found my latest dime. I was blown away when I read all the accounts of people who had begun finding dimes after losing a loved one. Much of what I read held that finding dimes in random places were signs from a loved one that had passed. Some think the message is specific, other think it can be very individualized. Now before I lose you, hear me out on this. It doesn’t matter whether you believe this or if you think it is utter nonsense. When I read the internet articles on the subject I gained something very valuable.
I chose, after reading extensively on the subject, to view these dimes as a message from my father. This message was one of love and comfort. My dad had a way of letting me know things were going to be all right, especially when it seemed as though things were hopeless. Notice I said, “chose.”
Whether the fact that the dime is the thinnest coin, with the smallest diameter, thus easily lost, or whether it is an instrument of communication used by those from the great beyond is irrelevant. For me, the end result is the same. When I find a dime in the washing machine, on our lawn, under the seat of my car, or at the bottom of a swimming pool, I heed the message. It doesn’t matter whether this message is from the great beyond or from my own memory banks. “Dad loves me, and it’s going to be all right” comes across loud and clear.
I didn’t do it initially, but now when I find a dime, I keep it. I had a pile of them on the nightstand beside my bed. Now they are on the top of my dresser beside some flowers from my father’s memorial service. They serve as a daily reminder that I am loved and that everything will be all right.
Do you have any signs or reminders for yourself?