Little Nudges, Big Love

I used to “complain” about how, whenever my energy dipped, it was on me to raise it again. No random nice surprises. No someone magically fixing it for me. Just me. Alone. Picking myself up, brushing off the low vibes like crumbs from last week’s cookies.

Since March, that’s changed.

It started with a tiny male bee. A little creature, seemingly tossed from his hive, struggling on the sidewalk while I was rushing home, fifteen minutes earlier than usual. I picked him up. Gave him sugar water. Found a resting spot on my balcony. While I was lounging on the couch, a gentle nudge told me to check on him. And then he flew away. Free. And somehow, watching that little rescue soar, I felt alive again.

Since then, the universe has been dropping love-coded breadcrumbs everywhere I go. During my solo trips, gentle nudges lead me to things I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise: a ring and a white rose from the Aare, a mustard-yellow backpack, a playful dinosaur postcard, a 9 of hearts card, a pink rose, the moon rising behind the Alps during sunset. If I hadn’t followed the little voice inside me telling me to go to Kirchenfeldbrücke, I would have been wandering around Altstadt missing the most beautiful moonrise I have seen yet. Bern has this way of loving me back. 

Sometimes it’s dragonflies dancing around me, landing on me. A cricket hopping onto my pinkie. Spiders weaving their tiny, intricate homes across my swimsuit, my phone, me. Occasionally, it’s a lost subway insect I release, or a stranger I stumble upon who needs help at the exact moment I’m there to give it.

Other times, it’s quiet moments: a baby smiling on the train, a dog locking eyes and wagging like we share a secret, crows getting strangely friendly.

The last one? A spider landing on me right as I sat on the ground, followed by the discovery of a great horned owl down feather. A tiny reminder: look. Pay attention. Be open.

Often, we don’t need grand gestures to lift ourselves. We just need to notice the little things. The universe whispers, we just have to listen. And sometimes, it’s these tiny nudges that remind us: yes. You are alive. You are seen. You are loved.