Is it weird that I find symbolism in the small things? Externally I live mostly as a pragmatic person, but every so often the funny little nuances of life give me pause.
Take this summer for instance. I’ve had a rather mundane schedule, not doing much more than the gym and work. However, I keep finding change on the ground. Day after day at least once a day, dimes, quarters, nickels, pennies– you name it, I’ve been finding it. Even as I write this I realize how silly it sounds to think any significance of it.
But the circumstances to which I found some of the coinage has been peculiar. It seemed to be following me everywhere.
One morning a dime was sitting at the gym pool directly in front of the lane I usually swim in… despite the fact that there are five lanes in the pool AND it was already full of other swimmers who could’ve easily chosen that lane first.
Another day, I found a penny on the floor at the grocery check-out. Being that it wasn’t THAT unusual I picked it up, showed my husband, and then placed it on the counter for another person to find. I stepped out of that same grocery story minutes later only to find two more pennies on the ground on the way back to our parked car.
One of the days I exited my garage (otherwise known as the design studio I work in every day) for a quick lunch break. Upon my return, a dime was sitting directly in front of my garage door.
On my short vacation back home to Washington state, I stepped out of a store in the local shopping mall to hear my sister say “Heather look, a penny!”
And it’s continued like this throughout nearly the entire summer. Even my husband started thinking it was strange.
Now– you could say “well, Heather, you must be looking at the ground too much,” and perhaps I am. Maybe I’m continually following the world’s clumsiest wallet holders. Maybe since I’ve seen coins a few times, my mind is now LOOKING for them.
But that doesn’t explain how I could go years without seeing so much as a penny on the ground, to suddenly finding dimes and quarters at my feet nearly every single day for several weeks.
And so the pragmatic Heather gives way to a more spiritual Heather. It’s been no secret that this summer has been challenging, mentally, emotionally and physically. Which makes me wonder….
Is it possible that a special person from above has been chucking coins at me? I’m not sure where I’ve heard the expression, “pennies from heaven” before, but is it possible that’s where they’re coming from?
Regardless of where the coins are actually from, I have in fact found the coins to be a meaningful symbolization of prosperity, gratitude, and determination. To me, the coins have been a message that I’m on the path I need to be on right now. I need to stay the course, ignore the urge to give up and remember that paths paved with seemingly meager coins, are “worth” it in the end.
As the summer fades, so too has the amount of coins I’ve found recently. They did succeed in inspiring me however, and if nothing else, gave me a good chuckle.
So, thank you friend from heaven. (I know it was you, and I miss you.) I got the coins and the message that accompanied them loud and clear.