On this New Years Day just past my wife and I were out and about riding our bicycles when suddenly I came to a screeching halt. Not exactly a screech, but very definitely a halt.
We were on a dedicated pathway (Vancouver has lots of them) and it was quite deserted so I wasn’t endangering life or limb, or anyone else’s life and limb by stopping so suddenly.
(One day I’ll tell you about the time I fell off my bicycle not long after I bought it … when it was standing still. The odd thing is, that way back in another century I fell off my motorbike not long after I’d bought it … when it too was standing still. I sense a pattern here!)
The reason I stopped in the middle of our bicycle perambulation was because I pick up pennies.
I never used to when I was younger. I had a sever case of ‘what would people think’ way back then. How would ‘they’ judge me if they saw me doing …? (you can fill in the blank) We all have that self-judgement system tucked away in the recesses of our psyches. Sometimes way back in the dusty corners, and sometimes so close to the surface that it feels like we’re walking through a minefield. I’m happy to report that I’ve almost grown out of that stage … mostly.
I once came across quite the pile of coins where someone had been cleaning out their car, and along with all manner of unidentifiable detritus, they’d tossed out the contents of the nooks and crannies. It came to over a couple of dollars as I recall.
A goodly portion of my ancestral blood is pure Irish and the rest is English mongrel so far as I can tell, so I believe in omens, and good-luck charms, and reminders that the Universe is right there just beyond the end of my fingertips if I have the vision to reach out for it.
Pennies and other monetary manifestations represent the Goddess Fortuna in our world, and as far as I’m concerned if She wishes to cast a few nuggets of fortune my way who am I to spurn Her largess?
Back to New Years day … Something large and shiny glittered on the path in front of me. It was a 25 cent piece, or as we (I can say that now I’m almost an official Canadian) say here on the North American continent, a ‘quarter’.
My wife, wonderful woman that she is, noted that finding such wealth on the first day of the new year might just be a harbinger of momentous good luck and it would wise to display this gift somewhere where it would be a reminder that Life smiles on us when we least expect it, if we pay attention.
That magical mystical coin is now firmly attached to my keyboard and I await my fortune with bated breath!
“Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being” – A. A. Milne
P.S. If I were a character of his, I would be Winnie-the-Pooh … how about you?