Dear Friends,
My husband and I were strolling through a furniture store (you know, just looking, famous last words) when I spotted something charming—a musical globe with a Bluebird perched inside. I picked it up, turned the little key, and it played a soft melody that made something inside me smile.
It was on sale (the universe loves a bargain), and I brought it home on a total whim. I found a little shelf for it just to the right of a cozy table where my clients and I would venture into soul territory. Little did I know that Bluebird would soon become part of something bigger.
💫 A Moment I Couldn't Explain
One day, I was in session with a lovely client when—right in the middle of a reading—I did something I'd never done before. I paused and said, "I'm so sorry… I don't even know why I'm doing this." Then, I reached for the globe, placed it gently on the table, and went on with the reading.
Ten minutes after she left, the phone rang. It was a daughter of a close friend. "Nancy… my mom just passed. She asked if you would do her memorial."
Without thinking, I said yes.
🌳 A Bluebird. A Tree. A Piano.
Her mother, Helen Serfling, had been a client who quickly became a treasured friend. She was the former art director for Mademoiselle Magazine and a woman filled with purpose, compassion, and creativity. She helped people wherever she went—through art, macrobiotics, friendship, and fierce love.
Years before, on the evening of my 31st birthday, I had a vivid, lucid dream. In the dream, I lived in a stone house (which I didn't), and there was a grand piano (which I definitely didn't own… or play).
Fast-forward to the very week I moved into—yes, a stone house. Helen called me. "Nancy, I'm selling my home and want to send you a grand piano. You don't play, but it belongs in your new space. Do whatever you like with it later."
And she did. She shipped the piano to my home. I never played it.
It stayed with me for a while, and then I donated it to a women's shelter, where I hoped the music would find new hands and healing.
🌈 The First Memorial I Ever Led
When Helen passed, her family asked me to lead the service near a big, beautiful tree, just as she'd wished. It was quiet and private—only her children, her partner, my husband and me.
We formed a circle, shared memories, and said a prayer for her next journey.
Then, one of her daughters suddenly looked up and whispered, "A Bluebird. "Her sister gasped. "That was Mom's favorite bird."
(Goosebumps, anyone?)
Later that day, I wrapped up the little globe—the one I'd placed on the table without knowing why—and sent it to her children with a note explaining everything.
Sometimes, our soul knows long before our mind catches up.
🌀 When the Ordinary Meets the Infinite
I often wonder: how many moments like this pass us by without noticing? How often does the universe nudge us—with a dream, a melody, a bird, a client, a piano, a globe—and we just think it's a coincidence?
But when we do notice… oh, the wonder of it all.
🌟 Fun Wrap-Up: So Tell Me…
Have you ever bought something "for no reason" that later made perfect sense?
Have you ever had a dream that came true in some odd, magical way?
Or did you notice the exact song, feather, smell, or sign when someone passed?
Hit reply. I'd love to hear your story.
Let's celebrate the beautiful, mysterious, and often hilarious ways the universe winks at us.
With music, magic, and Bluebird wings,
Nancy
