One Hundred and Thirty One – Pennies from Heaven

Meditations in Motion

So don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue.
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel’s tossed to you. – Charles Marshburn

Have you ever had one of those moments that is so pure and singular you remember it for a long time afterward? Where the universe comes together and serendipity presents you with a remarkable instant.

It doesn’t have to be a momentous occasion, like the birth of a child or finding shoes you love that fit. It can be something small, something you have to pay attention to notice. I had one of those moments yesterday.

Meditations in Motion

I am training for a marathon, so I am doing some long runs. Yesterday I ran for most of the morning, then stepped into the shower in the locker room at my local rec center. A toddler’s swimming class must have just let out because the locker room was suddenly filled with noise. It was just before lunch, and the youngsters were hungry and tired. They were protesting being herded into showers to rinse off. Their mothers were cajoling and threatening. A cacophony of voices bounced off the concrete walls and into my ears.

Suddenly, a woman’s voice emerged from the shower next to me. I could not hear the words, but she was singing a song from an Italian opera. Her voice was so pure and sweet, clear as a silver bell. The din around me gradually stopped. The mothers, children and I listened, mesmerized and enchanted by the haunting song. It was a moment I will never forget.


Another moment happened years ago, but I remember it perfectly. My mother-in-law Marian was one of the kindest, most patient people I ever knew. Her life had more than its share of sorrows, but she held her head high and found ways to help those less fortunate than she. She was a collector of lost souls.

Marian loved frogs. She owned frog figurines, pictures of frogs, even frog-shaped jewelry. One evening, after the first warm rain in March, I decided to give her an encounter with some real live frogs.

We drove out to a spot near our house where a small stream flows through the woods and spills over its banks in the spring to create a marshy wetland. I stopped the car, rolled down the windows, and waited. She looked at me quizzically. I held up a finger, and we sat quietly.

Soon it started. First one peep, then another and another, then thousands of peeps filled the warm evening air. There is a tree frog indigenous to our area called the spring peeper. Those frogs, well, peep in the spring. The males are calling to attract mates.

My mother-in-law looked at me widemouthed with wonder. “We are hearing frogs?” she asked me. I assured her we were. She broke into a grin. “I will never forget this.” I haven’t forgotten either.


My husband Bill once showed me a penny from heaven when we were far from home, in a different hemisphere, in fact.

We were visiting my oldest son and daughter-in-law in Chile, where they lived and where my daughter-in-law was born. They took us to an area called The Elqui Valley, a beautiful, remote, semi-arid location rimmed with mountains and filled with vineyards.

We were staying in Los Domos (The Domes), a resort where the lodging consists of miniature geodesic domes constructed partially of wood, with a canvas roof. Dinner was served in a larger dome that held an elegant dining room.

The first night there Bill and I stepped out of our dome to meet our son and daughter-in-law for dinner. I should mention that dinner in Chile is a late affair. In the capital, Santiago, we would go to a restaurant at 8:00 or 9:00 p.m., only to be the first patrons to be seated.

I was walking a few steps ahead of Bill along a gravel path when I heard him exclaim “Oh!” with much emotion. I was startled and turned around quickly to find out what made him call out. He was looking up. I followed his gaze.

Now, Bill and I have sat outside on our deck and looked up at the stars before. We have seen shooting stars while we were at the beach during the Perseids meteor shower in August. But we had never seen stars like the ones we saw in the Elqui Valley. Each star was so bright, so clear and perfect, and the number of stars shining in the night sky seemed to be multiplied by 10. We could clearly see the Milky Way. It was breathtaking. A once in a lifetime experience for us. One we will remember as long as we live.

Here is the thing about pennies from heaven: you have to look for them everywhere, all the time. You must be aware, not looking down at the gravel path. You must put yourself in a position so that if they are raining down, you are able to catch them. We cannot walk through life oblivious to the beauty, the perfect moments that are all around for us to find. You never know when heaven will throw the next penny your way. Be ready.

Posting YOUR reasons

It’s nearing 2 years. Since I promised to give life a go. In the past year we have posted 130 reasons so far. Thank you Tamara, Hadas, Ricky, Dan and Sharon for posting your reasons. My goal for the 19th of October 2019 is to have 250 reason posts. Meaning a reason every 3 days or so. I can’t do that on my own and would love your help getting there. If you are happy to post a reason on my blog- be it just the once, or be it however often you want – like (bi)monthly/(bi)weekly, please be in touch!

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One Hundred and Twenty Six: It Takes Only a Second (reblog)

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It takes only a second. We’ve many moments in life. Each and every moment can be awesome. Thank you Kate for sharing this

It takes only a second to flash a smile
Yet it can make another’s life worthwhile!

It takes only a second to appreciate
That we steal another’s time being late!

It takes only a second to open our heart
Then real kindness we can impart!

It takes only a second to hate
But we all choose our own fate

It takes only a second to forgive
And it becomes so much easier to live …

It takes only a second for the future to become now
Yet all too often we miss it somehow?

It takes only a second to die
And we wont know why …

What can you do to take care of yourself today for – only a second?

So long as there’s life, there’s hope.


Birds Singing! One Hundred Twenty Five

Birds Singing bring me joy because their songs are so full of light, beauty, and love!


I sing songs of freedom

that linger through the air;

They are full of hope and peace,

and never is heard despair!


Each morning I sing out my gifts,

and I end each day the same;

My songs are present all day long,

and my joy no one can tame!


I have no time to consider days

that are mournful, or too sad;

I am too busy with my songs

to be anything, but glad!


I sing songs of freedom

that linger through the air;

I am a Songbird,

and my songs I love to share!


© 2018 Tamara Yancosky


Birds Singing!

Music That Moves Me, One Hundred Twenty Two

Music that moves me is one of my many favorite things! Some of the reasons why I find music such a great inspirational tool in living my life with greater joy, and thereby, thriving (instead of just surviving) are as follows:

1). Music has a seemingly magical way of lifting me up higher than a soaring bird, rising me far above the clouds, when I am feeling down.

2). Various song lyrics actually validate any inner-pain that I might be experiencing, helping me to understand that others go through these same feelings, and that I am not all alone, after all.

3). Certain singers inspire me by way of their own tragic stories that they, themselves, have triumphed over, and that they beautifully describe in the words contained within their own songs.

4). Particular song beats and rhythms give me dynamic bursts of energy which, in itself, thins the gloom of those days where I’d rather spend more time in bed, than out.

5). Music‘s vibrancy awakens my senses that might otherwise be desperately dulled due to depression’s mean prank of “kicking me in the *ss”.

6). Soothing instruments can ease my anxiety, and actually entice me to “get a better grip”, and remind me to not think so much about the “what if’s”.

7). Familiarity of songs that I have heard from years ago come to me as a friend coming by to acknowledge my existence.

8). The pitch of the high notes being played on a piano are among the many favorite sounds in the world to me!

9). Depending on the particular style of music in which I am listening, I tend to do those boring, rather tedious chores, more cheerfully (and productively!), and get them done faster, too!

10). Music makes me want to dance! Dancing is a humongous reason to thrive! 

Hey, yay for music!

© 2018 Tamara Yancosky

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