The Universe must have had enough
of me and my worrisome moods.
Grabbing a pen to jot down
my daily poem, I found one already there.
Short and to the point, it read:
When I wrote it, I don’t know,
but what I do know is this –
the Universe is a poet too,
and just to make this crystal clear,
showed me a license plate that read
LUVJG24, that’s what, three years ago, the license plate on a stranger’s car said. I read it on a day I was feeling pretty low. The synchronicity of it startled me and at first I took it as a reminder that I, whose initials are “JG”, am loved 24 hours a day whether I am aware of it or not. A few days later I realized it could also be read as an injunction, telling me, JG, to love 24 hours a day. I then wrote the poem above and posted it on my blog in April of 2015. In the intervening years I have recalled that day and marveled at the unlikelihood of that strange happening.
Today, I was sitting with a question that has been occupying me lately: “How can I best serve others and myself in the time I have remaining?” when I recalled, once more, the message the universe sent me via a license plate three years ago. The universe, it seems, has infinite patience and will keep repeating it until I finally catch on and let myself be guided by it.