Serendipity envelopes me like a bright sunny day every so often. I was taking the above photograph on the beach yesterday having come upon another of the mysteries of nature that I wrote about a couple of days ago. Three women were strolling by and one said to me, "Oh, you're photographing the egg casings. I love to do that too." I didn't even have to admit my ignorance as one of her friends asked, "What are they from?" "Welks," she said, "You know, those big spiral shells we see all the time." I thanked her for telling me that they were from welks and that I, too, love photographing them, they are so graceful. I am enlightened and also have some of that warm, happy feeling I get when serendipity enters my life like this.
Those who like to make patterns and find reasons for things have been known to say that these coincidences [kind the cars that pull out of a handy parking space just as I arrive, and other such events] are due to being in sync with the world or due to good karma or a blessing one somehow deserves. I don't really believe any of that although it would be comfortable to do so ... and yet not so comfortable for a person of my practical attitude. I like noticing the happenings and don't feel a need for an explanation.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!