A magical $5 bill

Tonight, I am reminded of magic.
Magic in the simple things.
Tonight I am reminded of the divine.
Tonight I am reminded that I can relax and trust in the divine, there’s nothing to worry about, it’s got me.
Tonight I am reminded that I always have what I need.
And if I don’t, I will be provided for.
Tonight I am reminded that we are all connected.
Tonight I am reminded of me.

It’s a simple story, one that popped me into a place I haven’t been for many many years.

The gym, I’m loving the gym, as a new mom!
Going to the gym used to be a bit of a pain in the butt, a chore, work. Now, with my new full time job, the gym is time for me! A place to reflect, to reset, to motivate. I only have 1 hour before, so no time to overthink, focus and work it! I usually put my wallet in my gym bag juuuuuust in case I need it, tonight I didn’t. After my workout, I wanted to make something fresh for dinner, “Buddha bowls!” I thought BUT we are out of fresh greens and I want to make crispy tofu. I’m right beside the gym so I’ve got time to pick up a few things but ”OH NO!” I didn’t bring my wallet! I think of what’s in the fridge and could make it work but I think again about that fried tofu and begin to think… “ah hah!” I remember we have a stash of car wash coins, maybe there are enough! I skip into the store, picking up greens, a fun dressing and my precious tofu, getting doubtful that I can make it happen, as the prices look especially high when your pocket has only coins. I am determined. I get in line, put my 3 items on the conveyor belt and begin to make small piles of my coins. Will I have enough? The young woman working til glances at me, I justify my granny style “I forgot my wallet at home” I announce in a, ‘I’m not crazy, also, look at me go’ way- I feel mythic. I’m getting into the dimes now (not sure why these are in the car wash stash, but anyways) when the lady in front of me (who I’ve felt, wanting to help me out the whole time) turns “do you have enough?” “I guess we will see!” I exclaim as I start stacking dimes. She pulls a $5 bill from her pocket. That’s sweet she’s going to help me out if I don’t have enough. “Here” she says, “I found this on the sidewalk on my way into the store.” We look at each other and our eyes well up. “I needed this reminder that magic exists, more than I needed the $5” “So did I”.