I am always astonished how intricately linked but disparate events fit together to fulfill my dreams.
Even things that go wrong end up being the right thing to happen in a way that's better than I'd ever imagine.
A not so earth shattering example is how we got our new dog, Trixie. But the same type of thing has happened with finding dream jobs or discovering enemies turned into trusted sages.
Although my husband's grief for our first dog was still strong after 2 years, despite having another wonderful aging dog in our home, I had a feeling we were ready for a new family member.
Being a bit of a dog whisperer, I was certain I'd find one. I searched the Internet for months, hoping to find the ideal dog but none connected with me. I racked up a list of dog pounds to visit but never had the time to visit due to the logistics of traveling and dragging our elderly pooch along in case we found a good match for us...and him.
Separately, we decided to get a new AC unit after years of frustration caused by our old relic going out constantly.
We also occasionally saw our neighbor's dog always outside but never gave much thought to her until we started seeing her balancing on top of a short wall, more frequently, leaning around a gate to watch us.
We began to learn of tension between neighbors since she began to bark constantly at inopportune hours in the middle of the night.
Her pitiful expression caused my husband to ask for permission to walk her during breaks from his home office.
Her "exuberance" scared me because we just didn't have the energy for another wild dog like our first dog had been. She reminded me of her craziness and I was not particularly enamored with a repeat performance or her smooshy face. Put another way, she wasn't my first choice for a pet. Plus, I'd never dream of taking someone else's pet.
On a particularly hot day, she ended up inside our house after her walk - after all, she very little shelter outside.
That day turned into a dinner, then a sleepover when her owner injured herself, requiring a visit to the ER.
During that short visit, the dog calmed down remarkably, soaking up our attention, the strong AC air, and sleeping deeply on one of four doggie beds sighing in unison with my husband who obviously was becoming attached to her.
She surprised me by exhibiting all of the very best qualities of all our past dogs.
Knowing the dog wasn't ours, my husband walked the dog back the next day, even though she resisted with all her bulk.
The owner marveled at how calm the dog was and unexpectedly offered to give her to us if we wanted despite loving her dog deeply.
It seemed to serve all of us - the owner could sleep well knowing someone would devote the attention the dog craved, my husband got a balm for his grief by way of a dog that mirrored all he needed, the dog got the perfect home with inside beds (and toys and constant love), and I got the most perfect family member in a surprisingly easy way.
I don't know exactly how the bigger plan decided to string together things either by what is or is not placed in front of me, but this type of manifestation pattern always delights me.
All I know is that the road appears inconsequential in the moment, but in the rearview mirror, the story could never have been told in any other way, ending up more perfect than I could have imagined.
Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from. Elisabeth Kuebler-Ross