469. January 8th…There’s really something to the symbolic nature of good signs

Writings from the "Cuff'

“Forest” 2011

“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”  ~Victor Frankl

I heard birds for the first time this morning…chattering about the feeders by the Pyracantha bush…near my window…perhaps they are announcing a sign…a change is on its way…faster than expected…

seems signs are everywhere and they only matter if…they do…I am a believer in signs…jinxs…and how some small action may very well change the entire course of my life…maybe something as simple as…putting on my right shoe first….(which by the way…never happens and never will)…but if it did…everything would change…and I know that with certainty…that I guess is habit…perhaps driven by an OCD component…but nevertheless….a reality in my world…one I pay close attention too…

I’m sure we all have signs…we pay attention to…they reveal themselves…give us a little insight…and maybe just point a direction…and we just might go that direction or not…I think signs are based somewhere in intuition…we have the information…yet have not formulated the situation…so anything is really possible…but our intuition much like an itch we cannot reach…nags until relief arrives…and once satisfied…we move on with a little bit more information about what may be…

I visited my father’s grave some years ago…when I arrived….the grave was covered with black crows…my first response was…”Oh no Alfred Hitchcock“…the crows were moving around rapidly…Cawing..wings flapping…the scene was surreal to say the least…when I stopped the car…I immmediately thought this was a bad place to die from fright…and how would the phone call sound to my family that the grounds keeper had found my lifeless body laying on my father’s grave…and crows were using it as a roost…you can see how quickly the surreal nature became solidified as truly surreal…I went to the grave…all the crows flew off…I didn’t grip my chest…fall dead on the grave….and all was fine…but…there was a sign…and that was my father had something to do with crows…and crows had something to do with my father…now when I see a crow…I always say…”Hey Pop…how’s everything“…and it works…I’ve a friend…when she finds a penny…this is a message…from her mother…one she needs to listen too…and she does…

we have signs presented to us…as well as signs we present…to others and the world…both while we are living and when we die…I think when we die..we cease in one way and very much begin in a different way…a way that may  live on via sign…many Japanese poets..and Zen monks…wrote Haiku moments before they died…there was left a visual of what their last few thoughts were…and in some way those thoughts may also have been the way they return to those who knew them well…our death signs are important and remind people of us…and relationship

our life signs…are what we truly know…and the signs we display…may only be seen by those who can see our signs…or are looking for our signs…and for what ever reason a sign is seen…there is a connection that makes that relationship maybe not so mysterious…more of a knowing type of connection…that with care and time may very well produce the life altering results…I know this to be true…

signs are truly miraculous…they are there when we need them…they bolster our faith in things…help us to believe in what may sometime be questionable…and offer so much more than imagery or sound or a feeling…it is a type of proof…a way of paying attention…one that becomes a series of events…a different way of understanding…

I’d be very interested in what signs you experience…does someone who has died reveal themselves to you in a certain way…does a particular sound become something other than a sound..or a fragrance…speaks…loudly…please let me know…

“Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.” – Georg Trakl