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Hello Fellow Travelers!
I was going to write something fun on the nature of profound headaches (Cookie Headaches: I Wish I Had One) and then this happened: After proof beyond a reasonable doubt (or possibly a note from the Great "Beyond") that someone or something has a plan for me I received this little message. Where it originated, who sent it? I have no idea and I have no idea at this point if it even matters.
Hello Fellow Travelers!
I was going to write something fun on the nature of profound headaches (Cookie Headaches: I Wish I Had One) and then this happened: After proof beyond a reasonable doubt (or possibly a note from the Great "Beyond") that someone or something has a plan for me I received this little message. Where it originated, who sent it? I have no idea and I have no idea at this point if it even matters.
Just when reality and endless dizziness were about to overtake my daily sojourn into the unknown, this little bookmark appeared as if by magic! Reset my Resolve button, swept away any doubt I had that I'm doing the right thing. Remember "Shrek"? Who doesn't? Shrek and I are both on a "quest". Not fun necessarily, but adventure nonetheless. Since 1/11 I've been getting repeated, simplistic messages (Hey you! Yeah, you!, Simple Things for Simple Minds, right?) I've been the recipient of too many (and let's face it; too obvious) "signs" to completely ignore them (OK, M. Night Shamalyn directed my life since 1/11! I get it!)
I will never be remembered as a great "noticer" of things. A close friend of mine commented that I "was the least self aware person" she'd ever met. Any signs directed towards me require arrows and lots of neon. "Look HERE!" "Go THERE!" Do they still make "Lite Brites"? Maybe I'd pay more attention if there was a "Lite Brite" arrow pointing to the object/alien/idea I'm supposed to look at. I'm paying closer attention to signs than I ever have before partly because I am starting to feel like the "Why Lee Coyote" in my own life. Like there's an anvil or a grand piano hanging over my head by a slender thread.
After careful consideration of all the information available to me, about me, my conclusion is that I'm cautiously optimistic. It's the best I can guess and the best I can hope for. I know the answer is out there somewhere probably somewhere clearly marked by a black Sharpie (an entire big box marked "solutions"), if any of you get a sign meant for me (or a sign I can misconstrue as being for me) send it! No sign will be rejected.

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