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Friday, November 27, 2009

Sign, Sign Everywhere a Sign


Do you believe in earthly life after death in any form? If you had asked me that question 10 years ago, I would have said no.

After my mom passed away in November 2000, I started getting strange signs. I'm not going to go into them here because -- well, for those who don't believe, I think you have to experience it yourself to understand it and believe it. I know I certainly did. I'm one of the most cynical people I know of, and if I read someone else talking about what I've experienced, I'd surely think they were daft. So I'm not about to go talking about it.

However, Michele Ward's GPP Street Team's topic for Crusade 35 is called "Signs." She asks us to "show and tell the story of a sign or symbol that represents or reminds you of a loved one." I cannot resist saying that one of the ways my mom communicated with me after passing was by having the song "Lying Eyes" by the Eagles playing everywhere I went for many months. At first I thought, "could it be?" Then I thought, "God it really IS." And after a while, I just started saying, "Hi mama." (By the way, that particular song was the catalyst not because I'm a liar --I hope-- but because in high school I was quite the Eagles fan and I clearly remember her in my room saying, "Treesa, when I hear this band I think of you."

She'd never said that about any band before or since, and so when I suddenly started hearing the Eagles performing Lyin' Eyes on P.A. systems in nearly every store and restaurant and on what felt like every radio station I turned on -- 25+ years or more after they'd recorded the song -- I knew it was her sign, her way of reaching out and telling me she was there and looking out for me. Here is my GPP Street Team Show and Tell digital collage. Hi mama.

Did you ever get a sign like that - one that you're willing to talk about?

Saturday, November 21, 2009

A Kindred Spirit


“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You, too? Thought I was the only one.’”

Isn't it wonderful to find someone who shares the same interests as you? I remember an activity in high school - writing a want ad for the perfect friend. He or she would be this and this and that. At that time I thought it would be wonderful to find someone with all the same interests: Will love to read and to write poetry and prose, but must also love "partying" and being with friends. Music totally important and if you don't like Yes and Genesis you probably won't like me. (Yes, I was a child of the 70's.) In those days it seemed easy to find someone who was just like me because we were all conforming to the same ideals--even trying to be non-conformists was part of teenage pack behavior.

These days, I'm happy to have lots of acquaintances, and I'm always surprised when I come across someone and think, "You too? I thought I was the only one!" Today I discovered that Bea at Dog-in-the-Hole Studio likes an artist named Hundertwasser, someone whose work I also admire. I haven't yet met anyone else who likes his work, so that was a happy moment for me. (I'm creating a series of chipboard houses based on Hundertwasser's style.)

Of course, our deepest friendships -- the people with whom we share our most private thoughts, joys and sorrows -- are the constants in our lives that keep us whole and give us joy. But don't minimize the power of those surprising moments of serendipity, those instances where we see some connection to another and think, "You too? I thought I was the only one!" You might be looking at a kindred spirit.

What is it that lets you know someone may become more than just another acquaintance?