Are these your keys?

Sometimes you have to wait to be found.

I walk just about every night, and occasionally in the morning. It’s when I can start to process the day that was, or the day that is about to be.

I am a creature of habit and take the same route just about every time. Occasionally I will switch it up if I’m alone, it’s dark, about to rain etc.

Mostly I am on this path and for the last year plus, I have been passing this set of keys that hang on a cement post, close to the road. The rust confirms they have been there a while, through all seasons, a few times. I wonder if the owner will ever find them? Maybe in due time.

I do think things happen with intent. And they are not all good (in how they initially present) but they eventually show up as a best case scenerio.

Hang with me, this next part starts off rough.

I was in a car crash recently. It was pretty bad. I was t-boned by one car, spun into another, airbags and rollover bars (convertible) deployed. The car is gone, but I’m still here.

If the impact had been six inches closer to my door, the outcome would have been much more grave. (I’m told) BLESSED.

My daughter could have been the one who was hit. She was right behind me in her own car. BLESSED.

Everyone walked away. BLESSED.

The way that accident happened, was the best case scenario.

How is that for a TWIST.

There were a series of other things that happened after that crash, again presenting as awful, but then becoming the best case scenario.

Sometimes you DON’T get something so you can GET something else.

Sometimes you have to wait to be found.

In the meantime, I will keep checking on the keys.