The sign at the florist shop said, “Am downstairs working in customer service. If you want service, please find me.”
Thanksgiving Sunday in Canada often means sharing an abundant dinner with friends or family. As Rob and Joan invited me to their home, I wanted to take a gift. Standing amongst the florist’s abundant selection of potted plants, fresh-cut flowers and accessories, I fussed about picking a plant that would be appropriate for their yard.
After reading planting instructions on dozens of tags, I knew I needed help. As I retraced my steps through the pots, the sun burst through the cloud cover. The potted selections transformed into glorious haloed shades of greens, purples and yellows.
A pale-blue butterfly, seemingly arriving on a sunbeam, bounced from plant to plant. It paused a few seconds on various bits of greenery as though searching for a specific landing pad. “Well, my jubilant friend,” I said, “whichever plant you land on for more than 5 seconds will be the one I choose.”
A single bright orange flower sprouted from a pot amongst something that looked like frilly lettuce and a number of other outdoor flora. Apparently color blind, the butterfly landed on orange, began fanning its wings and cleaning its antennae.
The half-block walk to customer service gave me time to second-guess the choice. Joan didn’t need more work. I spotted an arrangement of fall flowers, fresh cut and colourful. I made my choice.
Later, when I handed Joan the flowers at their house, I saw a pot on the table. It was the exact arrangement the butterfly had chosen. Doubly pleased that I chose a floral bouquet, I laughed and told them the story. I said, “I was loathe to give you anything that meant more work, Joan!”
Rob and Joan looked from the pot, to each other, then to me. Joan said, “You see the card tucked into that pot? It has your name on it. It’s the gift we chose for you!”
Layers of synchronicity. It happens alot.
(This video is from the Evolutionary Mystic site. However, there is no source or creator named.)