A Day of Perfect

On some days things seem to be in sync while on other days it seems that no matter how hard you try, nothing seems to mesh. Luckily, yesterday was one of the first kind.

My refrigerator is old and despite being frost-free, sheets of ice manage to build up in the freezer. It doesn’t seem to affect the temperature adversely, but still, occasionally I have to take the time to de-ice the freezer. I’ll need to get a new refrigerator one of these days because all that ice can’t be a good thing, but for now, I’m sticking with what I know.

Anyway, I was going to do errands (on foot, despite the single digit temperatures) once the freezer was de-iced, but I got tired of waiting and on the spur of the moment, headed out. I met a friend at the library, the same friend I saw the last time I was there. We marveled at our meeting, not just because of the coincidence of seeing each other in the same place so soon, but because she also had not planned to be there at that time. Originally, she was going to pick up her book on her way to an appointment, but at the last moment, she decided to do her errand earlier.

And so there we were.

She still had another errand to do, as did I. We split up to do those errands then met again at the library to do yet another errand together before she drove me home. Because this was a day of synchronicity, we’d ended up back at the library at the exact same time.

When I got home I checked on the freezer just in time to see the last chunk of ice being dislodged.

I texted my friend, “Perfect timing! Freezer de-iced!”

She texted back with the perfect response, “This is the day of perfect.”

The rest of the day I spent alone, but it still seemed to be a day of perfect in-sync-ness — being in sync with myself, if nothing else. Things just seemed to work out. Of course, being by myself, there was nothing really to prevent things from working out, but I tend to think the pleasantness was just a continuation of the day of perfect.


Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.

Letting Myself Begin Anew

“Let yourself begin anew. Pack your bags. Choose carefully what you will bring, because packing is an important ritual. Take along some humility and the lessons of the past. Toss in some curiosity and excitement about what you haven’t yet learned. Say your goodbyes to those you are leaving behind. Don’t worry about who you will meet or where you will go. The way has been prepared. The people you are to meet will be expecting you. A new journey has begun. Let it be magical.” –Melody Beattie, Journey to the Heart: Daily Meditations on the Path to Freeing Your Soul

SunriseA friend sent me the above quote today. So very apropos! My brother and his wife came to help me move my stuff into the storage unit. It seems ridiculous to own so much stuff, but most of it is household goods and inventory from various businesses I’ve done over the years and may do again sometime.

It truly was a magical day, a day of synchronicity. A friend drove me to get the truck and sign the papers for my storage unit. When I returned, before I could even turn off the engine, my brother drove up. When we finished loading the truck, my father’s caregiver came to pick up some of the furniture (I know my father would be delighted that she wanted it), and so we loaded up her truck. Adding more magic — the weather is perfect.

Now I am keyed up and not ready to settle down into this almost empty house (Nothing to do anyway, my movies and books are packed away, and it’s hard to perch on a kitchen stool for very long to play games on the computer.) But a friend from across the city is conducting business only a few blocks away, so we’ll go out to dinner together.

Magic. Synchronicity.

I’m trying to believe in the magic of my life’s journey, too. I’d like to believe there is no need to worry, that the way has been prepared, that people will be expecting me, even if we don’t yet know each other. I’d like to believe I have a magical life ahead of me, a life of wondrous adventures, lovely people, new friends and favorite places.

I have ten days left in this house, and afterward, a couple of places I can stay in an emergency. I always thought when the house was sold, I’d take off, but I have people in my life, dance classes, a performance at the end of May. And then . . .

My journey is taking shape. I am going to fulfill my New Year’s resolution to visit a friend up near the Oregon coast. I have a lunch date in Ohio with a friend who is also in a state of transition. And I am being offered an opportunity to go to the Amrit Yoga Institute in Florida and write a series of articles about my experiences.

In between, of course, I’d like to come back here to continue taking dance classes, but I’m leaving my life up to the magic and synchronicity of the journey, and let myself begin anew.


Pat Bertram is the author of the suspense novels Light BringerMore Deaths Than OneA Spark of Heavenly Fireand Daughter Am IBertram is also the author of Grief: The Great Yearning, “an exquisite book, wrenching to read, and at the same time full of profound truths.” Connect with Pat on Google+. Like Pat on Facebook.