The Key and the Thread
Synchronicities and the Art of Alignment
In my last blog post, I was remembering full circle moments on the birthday anniversary of my late husband and my nephew. There was a memory of leaving the closing of our first home with keys in hand which took me to another synchronicity.
This morning, as I wrote in my Tree of Life journal, my eyes wandered to the table where the key rested. It had disappeared during the chaos of my evacuation for the recent Florida hurricanes but resurfaced this week. Seeing it again sparked a memory—I had written about this very key before. Curious, I flipped back through the pages and was astonished to discover the date: exactly five years ago, December 8, 2019.
Is it possible that this master key is here to unlock, to open every portal? To Be an immortal part of change?
What if I AM the Key as embodied energy?
As I tune within, I hear the tumbler click unlocking other memories to remind me of where I’ve been and where I may go. As I reflected, this date, December 8th, holds even more keys.
Two years ago on December 8, 2022, I was in a bit of a panic. I had just been informed that I must move. The owner of the home I’d been living in for many years took ill and her children asked me to move out by mid-February. I hadn’t expected this. Where would I go? Where would I begin to figure that out?
Out of the blue, a long-lost friend reached out, inviting my sister and me to spend a few days with her before the holidays. We gladly accepted. Just a week later, we found ourselves in St. Petersburg, near Tampa. Driving across the iconic bridge with its three sail-like peaks, I glanced up to see a pelican nesting on a light post. The sight instantly transported me back to my childhood in Miami, a time when nature felt untamed and wild. As we crossed the shimmering, dancing waters of the Bay, I took a deep breath, soaking it all in, and said aloud, “This is home.”
The visit included an annual holiday party at a neighbor’s house. As we walked the brick streets of old St. Pete, I again found myself feeling at home. Rounding the corner, there it was, a beautiful historic yellow home that was easily 100 years old. I always loved yellow homes—my husband and I painted our first home yellow. Entering, the home took my breath away—9 foot ceilings, beautiful carved woodwork details, and yes, a feeling of home. Introducing myself to the owner, I enthusiastically remarked, “Oh, if I lived in a house here in St. Pete, this would be it. It’s beautiful and it feels like home.”
Fast forward two months. After endless searching, I finally found a room to rent in St. Pete and sent the listing to my childhood friend for her approval.
“You’ve been there! You know the house. That’s where the holiday party was! It’s perfect!” she rejoiced.
We are powerful creators. Thoughts and dreams materialize. Be willing to see each moment with new eyes.
A conscious action step, high vibration love tones, beating rhythm of each open heart.
Manifest something new. The Key is me and you.
Golden Condors soar high above. Choose to Be Love.
And always remember I love you so much.
- Pamela
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