In some respects, Life has eliminated needing signs.
BEtween
GPS and the World travel we can DO without moving from our comfy BEhinds, there
just are NOT that many signs we look for, look to, or, well, value.
And, we have done
a pretty good job of making fun of those of us who DO look for signs.
Who put meaning on whether, upon finding a coin
on the ground, it is heads up or tails up.
And WHO even bothers, frankly, with picking up pennies?! [I
DO, but even just yesterday, finding one tails up and having no one on hand to
offer it to, I dropped it into the mailbox with a letter I was mailing…]
When I think of letting signs guide me, one of the first
things I consider “signs” is the digital time.
I’ve long been enamoured of
11:11, yet I get as much a kick out of 12:34 and 4:56. I often “feel something”
singularly curious when I see these times.
Randomly…
Sometimes, without even realising it, I sense someone or
something trying to get me to shift my attention or focus.
This happens when I’ve
“seen” some sort of “sign” that compels a second look or thought.
Letting the signs guide me [or you] isn’t silly.
It’s actually sort of wise…
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
All I've ever heard about finding pennies is that you're supposed to put it in your shoe and you'll have good luck. So I always pick up pennies for good luck. :)
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