A snippet of a Facebook status update which I shared, but not publicly.
Something I posted the afternoon of the morning I’d spent my morning pages pondering predestiny
This morning I was up early considering the Yiddish word bashert.
Bashert loosely translates to fate or destiny and I mulled how the condo for me feels like bashert.
Fast forward to now and I’m over at the condo.
Unpacking a few things but, more than anything, attempting to set up a semblance of home before the Child gets out of school today.
(She’s coming over/we aren’t sleeping here yet)
Fast forward to now when, more than anything, I longed to crawl into the closet and hide.
I’m exhausted. Allergies are bad. Life is overwhelming.
Flash even more forward to a few minutes ago when I pried open what I feared might, in fact, be a display cabinet.
A fake front.
I pulled and tugged until the cabinet finally opened revealing the contents in the above photo.
Stuff my Jews will recognize immediately.
(The woman I purchased condo from wasn’t Jewish)
I’m cognizant faith is completely a choice and I’m choosing to believe this is yet another sign the condo and this life-path is bashert.
It’s precisely as Oprah used to say:
The universe will whisper to you and, if you don’t listen, the whisper will get louder and louder until it finally gives up and shoves Judaica in your face.
- And you? Has the Universe sent you messages which you ignored until they were shouts?
- And you? Wanna come over and aid the Child & me with our unpacking extravaganza?