So yesterday we took a little stroll along the beach directly across from our RV site, on the other side of Pacific Coast Highway.

I began the walk with my bare feet in the sand and water – feeling my water nymph energy.

And as we strolled I found little treasures.

First, this sweet little white feather that reminded me of one from an angel’s wings with its soft, ethereal quality.

Then, this lovely little sea green piece of sea glass shaped almost like a heart.

We stopped to read a sign about the rest of the beach being private and off limits since there were houses sitting right at water’s edge.

So we paused there a moment and captured another photo of the peaceful beach that has mirrored our stay here in Malibu – serene and providing full solitude – when a wave came crashing in behind me and soaked my lower half as I squealed with delight.

We then proceeded to walk back and I decided to put my flip flops on to dry my feet a bit before heading to the car.

But the ocean wanted to play.

And more waves kept crashing around me.

The next one giggling as it took my right flip flop with it.

I tried to retrieve it, but it kept pulling it out farther than my reach each time.

It was teasing me and I laughed.

I then turned to Dave and said with an oh well shrug, “I guess I don’t need that anymore.”

And I surrendered to continuing on without my flip flop.

So we continued toward the little hill to the car when Dave stops and picks something up from the next wave that came through and says, “Look, the Universe gave you another”.

I looked in his hand and saw a black flip flop.

He handed it to me and I looked at it seeing how it looked very similar to mine, but different, and when I measured it up against my left flip flop it was the same size!

The part that cradles the foot had a little grooved design, where mine doesn’t. The shadows and angle of the photo might be deceiving, but it did match the footprint size perfectly.

It was also the exact same materials, thickness, and comfort in the rubbery foot bed, with same material for the part between toes and around foot.

You can see it here.

I immediately said, “The ocean and Universe are sharing how we are always taken care of and supported. We can manifest anything we need and are abundant beings.”

Attachment to things blocks the flow of receiving more and potentially better things for our highest good.

Letting go opens a portal for manifesting the new.

Worry, fear, stress doesn’t create more of what you want, but may actually repel it and create more of what you don’t want.

The ocean was playing with me, but in her play she was demonstrating a big lesson for life in this small, seemingly insignificant “coincidence”. 😉

I’ve had things like this happen a lot in my life and have heard the same from people I know. Some of their stories also involving the ocean, in fact, and washing things up on the beach that they needed and wanted right when they thought about it because they were also in alignment with life at the time.

In my own life I’ve had things happen like finding the exact amount of money in a parking lot by my car that I needed for something just laying there in bills without anyone in sight, opening my shopping bag when I was in high school upon return home and finding a little black skirt in my perfect size that I had wanted, but couldn’t afford to get with my school clothes budget, manifesting trips without any work on my part but knowing I was meant to be going for reasons larger than myself, an angel appearing in human body to help me with a flat tire when I was alone on my own, to even ducking out of a mandatory-half-of-my-grade speech in middle school I just for some reason didn’t want to do and honored that for the first time in my life (I’ll have to share that full story another time) and no one knowing I didn’t do it, but an “A” appearing in the teacher’s grade book for me.

We all have stories of these magickal little ways that life demonstrates how we are always supported, provided for, and can manifest anything needed (life lived abundantly).

This happens more often when we are living in alignment with ourselves, being more in our essence, and stepping into a more gentle, freer space of letting go, supporting ourselves, trusting, and believing.

My little story is just a simple and fun one, but the message is meaningful and clear.

At least that was my interpretation and perspective on it.

I find that makes all the difference too.

What’s your perspective?