I have been clearing out a lot of clutter in my life lately, both mentally and physically. There are days where I am certain I have accomplished this feat, and then I find more crap hiding in the corners of my house and mind.

Last week, I gathered up clothes and accessories that were no longer in use and decided to take them to the Women’s Resource Center. A mental struggle ensued over giving them away – everything was in good to perfect condition – so my mind went back and forth between hanging on to them “just in case” I needed them and why on earth would I keep things I never wear.

This continued on the entire thirty-minute drive and when I pulled into the parking lot, my brain was spinning in circles. I actually almost turned around and went home, but thankfully wrestled free of the banter, grabbed the bags and went in before I could change my mind.

The donation area is a small room filled to the gills with stuff and outside is a staging area for all new items. I made my way into the room to find out the procedure and spied a petite, elderly woman making her way through the shelves and racks. When I asked what to do she laughed and told me to leave the bags outside, because she had to clean up her mess before she could bring anything new inside. Then she followed me out and said, “Thank you for your donation. You have no idea how much it helps these women.”

A sense of relief flooded through me and the scarcity voice that had been yapping away was instantly silenced by the fact that these clothes would be out in the world helping rather than collecting dust in my closet.

The universe has a funny way of dropping the things we need to see in front of us, and on this day it was this lovely woman. We ended up talking at length about life and swapping stories. I told her what I was doing – writing a book and blogging about my experience – and that I was getting discouraged.

She looked at me and smiled, then proceeded to tell me about her recent experience of wanting to buy her son a house. He has medical issues and she worried he might end up without a home. “I didn’t have much money and I didn’t want to spend all of it, but desperately wanted to find a home for him.” For six months, she looked and made offers. Everything was rejected, but she kept asking Spirit to help her. Finally, the perfect home came along for $75,000. She made an offer and thought the deal was done but it was pulled out from under her at the last minute and put into auction. She was crushed.

Her husband quickly signed her up for the auction process and they made another offer.

“At the beginning of my search I wrote a note to Spirit asking for the perfect house in the amount of $55,000. Guess how much I paid?” she asked with a big smile.

She couldn’t contain her excitement as she told me. “$55,100. So just keep asking for what you want and don’t ever give up.”

I love the fact that I ran into her on this day when I did feel like giving up. It reminds me that there is magic in every corner of our lives if we look for it.

Do you get discouraged and feel like giving up?

I hope you keep asking too.

Sending love,

-db

Who is Dianna Bonny?

Hi, my name is Dianna Bonny. It’s my mission to candidly share my journey with you. For me, it’s all about the healing: to create a radiant healing energy for others who have befallen a similar fate. Together, we can forge beautiful lives of belonging and connection. Thanks for joining me today! I look forward to hearing from you.