Choosing To Keep Our Cool

if you read my blog on a regular basis, you know I’m a big believer in signs; those little nudges, blessings and messages sent from beyond the veil that thinly separates the here and there, the now and then. for me, this ice cart was a stroke of genius by the powers that be. here’s why…

yesterday, we did something hard.
we shared the news with friends, family and colleagues that my superhero dad has colon cancer. my dad had no symptoms. in fact, he hadn’t taken a sick day in years (if ever!). so it was a big fat shock. in the days that followed his diagnosis late last month, there were tears. and hugs. and laughter. and cupcakes. it’s actually been really good.

before my dad started chemo last week, we sat together listing all the reasons why he’s going to be just fine. “you’re the iceman!” i told him, referencing the nickname he’d been given decades ago. he was a tennis dynamo in high school, college and beyond – known for being cool-as-ice under pressure. while earning his masters at yale, he would show up at tennis tournaments in his gompers junior high t-shirt (no joke), carrying a paper grocery bag containing his sweat bands, a change of clothes and tennis balls. he loved seeing how quickly his competitors -with their hoity-toity v-neck sweaters and fancy tennis bags – wrote him off. they’d start the match thinking it would be a breeze to win, and then my dad would blow them away. same thing with cancer, i reminded him. he can stay calm, cool and collected – and knock cancer’s socks off.

a couple of days after that conversation, my husband and i took the boys to the state fair. we were walking down an insanely crowded street when a boy swerved in front of us on an empty cart, forcing me to stop in my tracks. i admit it – i huffed and puffed a little, but my irritation quickly turned to laughter as i noticed what was written on the back of his cart: the word iceman (what are the chances!?) and the number 8, which is widely considered to symbolize the divine. in fact, 8 is used in the bible time and time again to signify resurrection, regeneration…miracles.
i truly believe that cart swerved into my path – impossible to miss and at the perfect time – as a little ‘wink’ from above to let me know that all is well, everything is holy and miracles happen every day.
Liv Lane

Liv Lane

As an intuitive adviser, author & teacher, I help brave-hearted women illuminate their paths to purpose through powerful classes, individual readings, workshops and writings. This blog, started in 2006, chronicles my journey and offers light for yours. Thrilled you're here!
Liv Lane