Ok I have one I can’t explain. In 2013 I had just been through a very bad breakup, and like any good Californian, I got into the habit of stopping by a local new age crystal shop and picking up little crystals to decorate my room with, kind of as retail therapy more than really believing in the powers of crystals, but I liked having them around. I was in a period of my life where I felt really open to anything (I was also grieving the loss of an 8 year relationship that ended with an affair, so I was a bit nutty for sure). I have no idea why I bought a book at the crystal shop called “You Are Psychic” but I did on a whim and read far enough into it to do a meditative exercise where i was supposed to clear my mind and allow an image to come through. I was supposed to journal the experience. I was really frustrated because nothing happened for ages until finally the image of sailboat on the water appeared, which was not part of my thought process, seemed pretty random, and was the only thing that fit the bill for the exercise. I wrote it down in my journal and dated the entry. I never read the rest of the book and started grieving my relationship and moving on.

Maybe 5 months later, after a fair bit of searching, my real estate agent took me to see a house that I instantly fell in love with. I knew as soon as I walked through that it was “the one”. It was built in the 30’s and had been redone, but some of the outdoor patio was original. I fell in love with the house and made an offer and it was accepted. During the escrow period I probably visited the place 4 times before I noticed the only original wrought iron decorative detail left, on the corner of the patio. It was of a sailboat. I almost lost my mind. Strangest coincidence ever.

I ended up getting the home, lived there for 8 years. Just sold it last year. It was a wonderful place and I actually ended up meeting my husband there because a mutual friend invited him to a party. We brought our first kid home from the hospital to that house and she took her first steps in the living room. I am skeptical of many things, but I believe there are still things we don’t yet understand fully. And that’s the joy and the mystery of being alive.