Last weekend I went to get some tea with a friend. The place was busy. I ordered pots of tea.
“You ordered pots. Is there an open table?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get one.” Calm faith in the universe to provide.
I walked over to the seating area. Just then a guy started packing his stuff. I asked him if he was leaving, and he was, so I grabbed the table right as the tea pots were ready.
The universe obeys! Magic!
I think.
Telling this to W, he was wondering.
“Was it you asking the universe for a table that got you one? Is the universe listening to you? Perhaps you were so relaxed and surrendered to the universe that it decided to provide you a table, and you just knew at a deep level that one would be provided for you.”
Hearing W say that, I started wondering.
My friend wanted to talk to me about some relationship issues she was having. Perhaps the universe needed to give my friend a message, chose me, and gave us a table for the conversation. All for her sake, and I had nothing to do with it.
I’m not sure which is the case.
I’m not sure it terribly matters, either.