Signs: Beckoned and Discovered

Sometimes I still beg for a sign.

Although I beseech the heavens out loud, I’m always alone when I do this. Most often it’s after sundown and by the sea. I usually have an answer within the hour.

Jim was both reliable and punctual.

I’ve realized only relatively recently that I live with two species of of signs. One–the beckoned sign–tends to arrive noisily, often in the form of a song or a bird. (At least once, a hoped-for sign arrived in pre-printed logo form.) Sometimes it’s more subtle–a butterfly brushing my shoulder, a deer gently approaching.

Another kind of sign–which I now think of as discovered (though rediscovered might be more fitting)–is already in my reach. I just need a little nudge to recognize its provenance.

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6 thoughts on “Signs: Beckoned and Discovered”

My Jim gives me dreams, my children’s smiles, the whisper in my head that I am loved, and the inexplicable zero on the digital scale when no one is standing on it. I think he’s proud that he’s finally lost weight. 🙂