Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
I have a place I think of when I meditate. I'm on the pier at the cottage where we spent many summer vacations over the course of nearly 25 years. I am lying on my stomach on the warm wood and the water beneath the pier is sloshing gently, the sound reverberating in the wood. If I look down between the planks, I can see a school of minnows swim past, then reverse direction suddenly and swim just as fast in the opposite direction. A spider is weaving its intricate web between one of the planks and the support post.