The day I left for my ancestral journey to Norway, my right eye started to feel irritated. Later, during the 9-hour flight, my eye started to turn pink.
Uh oh, I thought. Pink Eye? I’ve been waiting for this trip for months, only to get pink eye the day I leave … ?
So I spent my first day in Norway wearing glasses, something I almost never do, and it was a small miracle I even had them with me.
But instead of succumbing to anger or annoyance, I decided I was not going to let pink eye ruin my ancestral journey. I asked my higher self, “What do I need to believe for this to be gone by tomorrow?” I heard, “Believe it’s done.” So that’s what I did. I made the choice for it to be gone by the next day and it was.
A day later, I noticed that the seam in my sweater had torn.
I had packed lightly, so it was a piece of clothing I had planned on wearing a lot (read every day) over the next two weeks, and now it had a 2-inch hole in it! Besides, it was my favorite sweater.
Determined not to let this hole get in my way, I set my mission to find a sewing kit in Norway and I asked the Universe for help. Once again, I asked, “What do I need to do or believe to find what I need to fix this?” And once again, I heard, “Believe it is done.” Now, that didn’t mean, “sit and meditate.” I had to take action with the belief that I’d find exactly what I needed. So I set out to explore Oslo and asked a few people if they knew of a store where I could get a sewing kit. No one knew of such a store.
Several hours later, I was empty handed. I decided to take a break and venture into a department store that was selling Bunads, the Norwegian folk costume. I love Bunads. They are colorful, fun and add an element of ancestral connection I find missing as an American.
Anyway, as I looked at every belt, shoe and blouse, I noticed, hidden in the corner, next to the shoes, there was a knitting supply area.
Imagine the women’s clothing department at Macy’s selling knitting supplies right next to the shoes. How often does that happen?
I immediately made a beeline for the yarn, hopeful that I might find a needle and thread, and miracle of all miracles, I found exactly what I needed. The thread was the exact color of my sweater.
I went back to the hotel and sewed it up. You could barely tell there was ever a hole. (Thanks, Mom, for teaching me how to sew when I was a kid!)
Two days later, as we prepared to leave Oslo and board a train for Flam, the zipper slider slid right off my brand new boots.
The pink eye and sweater I could deal with, but the shoe situation was problematic. I only had one other pair of shoes with me and they were not the right kind of shoes for most of my trip. I needed these boots to work. Now.
I sat down on the hotel bed, put my head in my hands and screamed (quietly, because we were in a hotel).
Then I tried everything I could imagine to get the zipper slider back onto the zipper. Nothing worked. I also noticed that the zipper had pulled apart from the boot leather; the seam was unraveling.
I paced the floor, angrily.
I shouted to Scott, “What the #$%! am I supposed to do now? We have to leave for the train in an hour and I can’t wear these other shoes!”
I began to seriously question the benefits of traveling light. Under other circumstances, I would have had three or four pairs of shoes with me
So there I sat, wondering what to do, and I realized I had a choice: I could fight this or call on Divine help for a solution.
It was then that I told my higher self that I was willing to do whatever was needed to create a functional boot for my trip and would it please give me some suggestions. This or something better, I added, for good measure.
I immediately had the idea to cut the bottom of the zipper, so I got the only scissor-like thing I had with me – my nail clipper – and hacked away at the bottom of the zipper.