A Little Birdie Told Me


I have a client who is holding their annual conference in Baltimore in the fall. And I have a friend who I thought would be a perfect fit to speak at said annual conference. My friend has recently written a book and has an amazing message to share and this would be the perfect audience. I called my friend up and mentioned the conference to her and she agreed – it would be a great fit.

But alas, then comes the tough part… going through the application process. You have to fit the criteria and prove yourself worthy of the position, which my friend did with ease (well ok, at least it looked like ease from my point of view). And then, the tougher part – the waiting. And for many of us, the doubting. For me it’s often a vicious cycle I find myself repeating… worrying, then acknowledging that I’m worrying, then worrying that my worrying – via the law of attraction – will make me a magnet for all of the awful bad news I have been worrying will come. And then of course that means that I must worry some more.

I don’t know if my friend put herself through this heinous wash, rinse and repeat series of negative thoughts. But she called me one day and told me what she did experience.

By the end of the day that the organization was scheduled to let all of the applicants know whether or not they had made the cut, my friend hadn’t heard squat. So she decided to go out for a walk to clear her head and get away from the computer and the obsessive urge to constantly check her email. During her walk, something swooped by and caught her eye. She focused her attention on the movement and realized it was a bird as it perched nearby. Not just any old bird, it was a Baltimore oriole. Yes, I kid you not, there it was. As plain as day. Not just any old bird, but a flippin’ Baltimore oriole. She said she had never before seen one in their neighborhood. A sign, you ask? Heck yeah. The next day she got the email saying “Congratulations! We’ll see you in October!”

It makes me wonder how often the universe puts out those seemingly little signs for us and how often we miss them. I picture spirit finding clever ways to put unusual experiences in our paths and then collectively rolling their eyes as we tromp on by with our heads down and eyes fixed firmly on the 3 feet directly in front of us, all the while worrying our little minds about what may or may not come to pass.

I am so glad my friend was able to see her sign. And in telling me about it she reminded me that these things do happen and they are real. Spirit is constantly communicating with us… it’s just up to us to be open and to receiving it.