So, there I was with the acupuncturist putting two needles into my belly and I was telling him to bypass the Ben & Jerry’s I had after lunch and that’s when the moose went by the window- a big young moose, just walking along the lawn, heading for the garden in back of the holistic clinic.
The night before Marshall was telling me he thought he heard a bear down by the blueberries one night while I was away teaching after FGC. These are more animals than we usually have come by. I wonder if it’s a sign of some sort.
This morning my printer and I were not seeing eye to eye. And just as I turned it off in frustration, a large mirror on the opposite wall came crashing down and shattering across the floor of my little office space. Hours of vacuuming later, I am wondering if this is a sign of some sort.
In my family there was a tradition that if you dreamed of someone you called them the next morning to be sure they were OK. On more than one occasion, this resulted in talking to someone the day before they died.
There are days I wonder if something is a sign to move differently or change direction or simply to slow down or notice something particular to be more aware. I wonder if superstition is fear-based and if other traditions are more accepted. My grandmother would not allow a dinner table with 17 people. She’d send for the neighbors’ children if needed. So far as I know, all our family still keeps this tradition.
Maybe we understand so little that a few small things to keep us safe or seemingly to keep us a little bit safer like a sugar pill can only be expected in life which can seem so fragile.
In my prayers I try and stay positive and start out with thank yous before getting to the whiny parts of How dare you / I can’t see any reason / why in hell/ etc. When I am not being chased by my own misagosh I can remember to ask “please help me see what you are hoping I will learn.”
At 52, fewer things go bump in the night. But there is still that back of the mind – what would I do if…. Maybe this is where we can watch for the difference in our language of saying we are lucky or we are blessed. Do we think life is random or the Divine has some say in all things?
That’s the news from Putney where signs say we’ll have a hell of a yard sale this weekend.