I'm always searching for signs. The night of the Full Buck Moon, when its light flooded my room, anointing me with good fortune, I began looking for signs to confirm the blessing that had been bestowed on me. And for the right music...I listen to music sometimes to find hidden messages from the universe...kind of like a soundtrack for my life. Earlier this week I was driving to the hospital for my father's surgery and fervently searching for some symbol of hope to hold on to when Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' began to play. I looked out my window as hundreds of birds suddenly rose up from a thicket I was passing. The birds, the song...it was awe- inspiring. I knew I had received my sign.....but from who? God, the universe, or do we create our own signs to comfort ourselves? Of course that afternoon while eating steak in a country roadhouse I heard the song, 'Cause the more I drink...the more I drink.' I think I'll stop looking for signs.
5 comments:
All signs are literary. Great photo. Holga?
I think we create our own signs, our own lucky charms to help give us the confirmation and comfort we desire. I think your 'sign' was confirmation that life is beautiful and worth living and that we should appreciate every moment - that's my chosen interpretation of those coincidental events!!
That's a wonderful interpretation Paul and I will hold on to that!
beautiful words and photo. Signs, a visual representation that resonates with ans/or creates an individual's belief system. they become symbols of hope and meaning. I hope your father is doing well.
Thanks Bea...he is in a rehab facility working hard to get stronger.
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