The Great and Powerful Dawn

Over the past couple of years I’ve gotten the reputation for being the person that “makes things happen.” Or for that matter, doesn’t. Ironically (or perhaps not), as I’m writing this my husband called just to tell me – “Damn you Dawn!  You’ve done it again… stop telling me I need more work because it keeps coming.” I don’t see the problem.

Because of this reputation, I have lovingly (at least most of the time) been dubbed the family “witch.” I don’t think it’s a completely accurate title as simply I ask Spirit and then am provided for. Nevertheless due to the designation, I now have a reading room full of witch paraphernalia that has been gifted to me. So in good humor, as my most recent acquisition would state, “If the hat fits”- I’ll wear it.

Now on to a tale of my most recent “witchy-ness…”

My cousin Sarah, who is really more like a sister, recently purchased her first home. Her first order of business… find… a… DOG. Who cares about furniture and appliances? A pet is what really makes a home after all!

I, because of an offhand comment, that I’d reach out to several of my friends who work with animal shelters to see if any big, loveable dogs were available… somehow became integral in her dog hunt. And it apparently became, “Dawn’s going to find me a dog!”

Unfortunately, I’m an out of sight out of mind type of gal… and as such, although it was believed I’d find the perfect companion, my offhand comment hadn’t amounted to much. Which made me feel like a schmuch each time my aunt mentioned it – good going Dawn!

After the third time my aunt mentioned it, I figured – I should probably try a little harder. So I did what I always do… ask Spirit. Before I even had the opportunity to reach out to my friends see if anything had popped up, I received an e-mail from my friend Sarah (another Sarah – go figure!). She and her family are moving overseas for a couple of years and needed to find a home for her six-year-old bernese mountain dog, Flo.

A picture of Flo was attached. When I saw those eyes looking back at me, I knew Sarah had found her dog and Flo had found a home. Within minutes of receiving the e-mail, I’d texted and heard back from both who were eager and interested!

Like magic, both Sarahs found what they were looking for. It’s been a couple of weeks and it’s not a done deal just yet, but in my mind it is. It never ceases to amaze me how things just happen. And while my friends and family may think I had a hand in all of it, I chuckle because I know better. It’s all Spirit’s doing… I’m just paying attention and can help facilitate.

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