Small Change
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“You’ll find your fortune falling all over the town.
Make sure your umbrella is upside down.”
Lyrics to “Pennies from Heaven”
Quite awhile ago friend Chris Hughes (CUontheRoad.net) shared an article on Facebook about finding random coins—dimes and pennies usually—and the possibility that this phenomenon was spiritual or supernatural in nature. She, too, had been finding coins and wondering what was up.
At the time, my parents had just passed away, and there were lots of little “signs” from them as I went through the process of grieving and closing their estate. But over the past year as I readied the house for sale, packed things up and moved other things out, I, too, started finding coins more often. Now, my parents took saving change to a new level. I found coffee cans, Planters nut cans and jars, plastic butter containers, envelopes, and candy dishes overflowing in dresser drawers and tucked in the linen closet. I think there is still a can of pennies in a box somewhere that has to be changed out. Anyway, it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary for me to find a few random coins lying around.
Until I would sweep a bedroom floor and return to find a penny right in the middle of it. One day I moved a box with my Hummel angels packed inside, and a dime fell off of the top of it. Coins appeared on the counter or kitchen floor. A penny fell from the UHaul truck as I unloaded it at the storage place. I know it hadn’t been there, and I don’t carry change in my pockets.
The reason I mention this now is because things have stepped up considerably since I moved into this house—not “I’m going to be a millionaire” level, but certainly more often for a house that I’ve been cleaning almost every day. Toward the end of my stay in Ohio I started saving some of the pennies and dimes as I found them, and I’ve been collecting the really unusual finds here.
Several have appeared in the master bedroom: on the carpet, on the old mattress that I’m shoving out the door tomorrow and in my suitcase. Today, I looked over at my car’s passenger seat, which I had just cleared minutes before, and there was a shiny dime.
What prompted me to write this post was that I was unpacking some of my dishes (formerly my grandmother’s) into a cabinet last night. I thought of her, hoped that the rest of the set in other boxes made it through the move safely, and pictured serving friends future dinners on her dishes. Clink—a dime fell on the counter from between two plates as I unwrapped them. True story. I smiled and said “hello” and “thank you,” as I have been doing when I find these coins. The photos are of the some of these special gifts.
Many people are not inclined to believe in spiritual energy, or they believe that there is something scary or freaky about incidents like this. I, instead, feel a sense of comfort and encouragement. Someone, or more likely several guardians, are looking out for me, saying hello with pennies from heaven.
