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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Serendipity - my new mantra

I read a book when I was younger called 'Serendipity'. It was about a dinosaur (I think) and Serendipity was it's name. It swam .... yup, that's about all I remember.

I've heard the word since then a few times, but never truly understood it's meaning. But yesterday, when a great friend invited me to a Power of Moms retreat, this word was explained to me gloriously!

Serendipity - Merriam-Webster definition: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for; also : an instance of this. Boring!

Definition given by Richard Eyre: a bridge built between spontaneity and organization or proactive and reactive. Serendipity is a state of mind whereby a person through awareness and sensitivity frequently finds something better than that which he was seeking. Beautiful!

I want to be spontaneous! I want to be organized! I want to be proactive! I need to be reactive! And now, I can be it all by being serendipitous! When he described that in order to find these precious moments that allow me to be spontaneous, I must have a direction in the first place. It sure makes me feel good about having a plan in place and trying to follow it. And now I get to look for those Serendipitous moments that will allow me to discover something new or share something new or anything!

He challenged us to look for the moments of Serendipity in our lives - to truly enjoy these moments and to share them with others if possible. I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do to find these moments. :)

2 comments:

  1. On an iceberg far south in the Antarctic sat an egg. It was no oridnary egg. It was four feet wide, eight feet tall, and had a distinct pink shade to it.

    Nobody knew what it was. The penguins and seagulls that lived on the iceberg just assumed that it had been there for a long time --and it probably had.

    For years and years the egg sta there stuck in the ice, but then the iceberg began floating north.

    The days became warmer. Finally the penguis and the seagulls all packed and went back to the Antarctic because they liked cold weather.

    The egg was left alone on an iceberg that was slowly melting.

    I LOVE THIS BOOK!!! It's by Stephen Cosgrove. He also wrote Wheedle on the .

    SO FUN TO READ THIS POST!!!

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  2. Love that book too, Jules! I'll have to find it again.

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