A pool party and a fire-balled car…my Saturday night

Last night, my husband’s car caught fire and blew up in the street. It was parked in front of our house.
 
Around his car were twenty other parked cars owned by the parents of most the kids in my daughter’s 6th grade class.
 
What the heck happened?

The backstory:

Our daughter Lexi is in Cotillion.
 
In San Diego, at least, Cotillion is a Madmen-style 1950s-1960s last-ditch attempt to teach our kids wedding dances and manners before they head into middle school.
 
The kids suffer through instructions and dances in hot stuffy suits and scratchy dresses and pantyhose at a very classy racetrack ballroom.
 
I offered to host a little swim party after the kids’ first lesson to help break the ice, since few 6th grade boys relish wearing ties and dancing with girls. I asked all the parents to come too, to help us get to know each other.
 
So the kids are having a great time cannon-balling in the pool, my husband is mixing margaritas faster than the parents can gulp them, and the front and back doors to our house are wide open with parents and kids spilling from front-yard to back.
 
At around 10 pm, one dad says, “What’s that?” and points out the front door.
 
My god, that’s a fireball in the street.
 
That’s my husband’s car.

We rush out and turn the garden hose on, with the whole party of about 45 guests gathering on my driveway.
 
The firemen come with their big truck.
 
It’s a raging, smoking fire, with burning plastic and curling metal.
 
The car is totaled.
 
I’m stunned. Confounded. We ask the firemen how this could’ve happened.
 
It’s very rare they say. Highly unusual for a car that’s been sitting to spontaneously go up in flames.
 
Well no kidding.
 
We guess that something under the hood must’ve been smoldering for at least three hours since we last drove the car.
 
I’m thinking in my head, “Normally, this car is in the garage, right next to my car, and the propane tanks my husband uses for brewing. Normally, we’d all be in bed, unaware, on a Saturday night.
 
“Our garage would have instantly caught on fire, and the kids’ room are against the garage wall. Our roof would’ve been burning before we knew what was going on.”
 
But our house is fine. The other parents’ cars are fine. We are all fine, and safe.
 
I felt so grateful. So”¦saved, somehow.
 
Here’s why:
 
Two weeks ago I ordered a new mattress. Our old was getting saggy, so we put it in the garage while we tested out the new mattress. I told Charles I wanted him to park on the street, since now we couldn’t fit both two cars and a mattress in the garage.
 
I dilly-dallied and delayed getting rid of the mattress in the garage.
 
Which may have saved our lives.
 
And then, we decided to host a party. Normally, no one would’ve seen the car go up in flames on our quiet street. It could’ve gotten very, very big, and caught the fence or pine tree on fire, or anything.
 
But no, we hosted a party. A random dad saw the flames right away.
 
So”¦you’re wondering how this relates to Flow, right?
 
Here’s how I feel: in the Big Scheme of Things, my husband’s car obviously developed a fatal problem. We had NO indication, not even a warning light on the dash.
 
I just happened to be making my husband park HIS car on the street because of a mattress.
 
AND we just happened to be hosting host a kids’ party with lots of people looking around our yard.
 
If the car was going to blow up, this was the very best place and time to do it.
 
Because think…maybe this car would’ve caught us on fire in our house.
 
Maybe it would’ve caught fire on the freeway, at 70 mph, with our whole family inside.
 
I have no idea.
 
I do know that a series of seeming random decisions created one of the best possible outcomes for us, all things considered.
 
I feel positively blessed, and looked out for.

I could look at this whole thing and think, “Why did this happen at all?! Shouldn’t being in flow protect me from all bad things, all the time, forever?”

To me, that’s unrealistic. Being in Flow and in alignment doesn’t mean that nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

Because it will. That’s part of life.

But it does mean that when bad things do happen, you can have an edge. You can get one of the best possible outcomes for the hand you’re dealt. Follow your feelings and intuition. Stay curious. Feel how you want to feel at the end.

After all, every day I interact with the energy and flow of at least dozens or even hundreds of people and situations, all bringing in their set of stuff.

For all I know, this car fire may have saved my husband’s life, if the alternative was to have something burn out on the road.

Who knows, maybe we’d been given dozens of hints to get rid of this car, and listened to none. Maybe this was the final hint, a way to be sure we wouldn’t be hurt.

To me, the point is: My house is safe. My family is safe. We had a very “lucky” series of events that made this be a weird expensive bummer, but not a costly, horrific disaster.

I’d Flowdream for this kind of protection any day.

And that’s why I’m sharing this with you…

…so you can see that I get crazy inexplicable crummy stuff in my life too. But even in the throes of it, I offer the feeling of “this is in alignment, everything works out for the best.”

I don’t only “make stuff happen” in my future, I set the tone for my whole life, and my family’s lives, so when anything happens, there’s already a pre-set pre-sponse in place that says, “May the best cards be chosen, may the best conditions prevail. May we be lucky, safe, and strong.”

I urge you to take this to heart.

Flowdreaming is both a re-sponse AND a pre-sponse to life. When those two aspects are working together, you make miracles happen and the gradual curve of your life trends upward.

Last night was proof, for me anyway. 🙂

I’d LOVE to hear your thoughts on the matter, in the comments below. 

And last….

If you want to enhance your own guidance and protection, I’d recommend the following playlist:

No More Negativity: Feel Safety, Sunlight & Ease
 
Xoxo with love and Flow

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