|The soft, seductive scent of Wild Rose is everywhere...|
But my wish for that kind of background will not happen, now. And since my interest in why and how the string theory works is not huge, I guess it doesn't matter at all. What matters is how quantum physics affects me...and so I feel all I am required to do is enjoy in absolute wonder the remarkable incidents which are happening more and more.
|I gave up counting the Buds on this Rose!|
It is late in the season; most nurseries here have little in the way of Herbs or Vegetables left. I went to a department store which has a seasonal nursery. As I'd suspected, there was a section with some very sad looking Vegetables and Herbs...plants which should have been transplanted into the warm, deep, loving Earth a long time ago.
But there was no Parsley anywhere.
|The Purple Crabapple Tree also has an unbelievable amount of blossoms!|
I asked the clerk in attendance whether they had any Parsley left. She said no, they'd had other people asking for it, and perhaps the next shipment would have a few plants. But there was none in the store at the moment.
Hmmm. But being in the nursery meant that I had to take a bit of time to check things out and besides, I needed some Bark mulch.
I can never just go into a nursery and turn around and leave...who can?
I felt that funny, familiar feeling I have in my gut, where my intuition lies, as I wandered the store. It told me to go back to the Vegetable aisle...perhaps I had missed something?
I ignored it for quite a time. I told myself not to obsess, not to be silly, not to expect a thing when I've been told over and over it isn't there...
|The view from our deck, far above the Field, in the Trees...|
For whatever reason, I get annoyed when that 'voice' kicks in. By now, I know something is going to happen I have no explanation for, no control over...
I walked down the aisle. I could feel what I call my intuition almost giggling with anticipation. Is this not the strangest thing?
And there, sitting right beside the Rosemary plants which I had searched through just a while ago, was a six-pack of the most gorgeous Parsley plants anyone could ever want. Just one six-pack, beautiful and lush and glowing.
I laughed. What else could I do? That six-pack wasn't there earlier. I had searched this whole area really well.
|I awaken to the scent of the Wild Rose each morning...|
No matter...I was happy to see it there.
I took the Parsley and the mulch to the cashier, the same lady whom I'd asked earlier about the Seedlings.
She looked askance at the Parsley. She said...Where did this come from? After you asked for it, I went and looked for it myself. There was no Parsley there...
I told her I had no idea, that there wasn't any Parsley there when I searched earlier either.
|Marguerite showing her cheerful, loving faces.|
And she went on to explain, in very convoluted language, how this could occur.
I understood little of it. I went home and researched, finding myself going deeply down the rabbit hole, finding myself completely confused. I asked Graham, who explained it again. While he was talking, it made sense...as soon as he left, none of it did.
I've decided it doesn't matter. As I've stated before, my mind doesn't wrap itself around scientific matters, especially not something as difficult to comprehend as Quantum Physics.
|The scent of Wild Roses will remind me forever of the very beginning of School Summer holidays.|
It's only one example of manifestation...it is very much the same as entering a full parking lot, knowing I will find a space, even when the sign states there is none. Or searching high and low for a utensil, only to find it in its proper space a short time after. Or having someone call whom I've only just thought about. Or knowing that around the next aisle will be the person who has just popped into my mind...
I take all these examples in my stride, smiling to myself when they happen, happy with my small miracles.
|I couldn't capture the other-worldly blue of the Flax, dotted here and there all over the property.|
As it is, all I am required to do is believe.