Thing 6 of 100 Things
Inspired by 
oursin's consistent and fascinating 100 Things Meme posts (about London--I mean, my God, what a rich topic), I've decided to dust off my own iteration of the meme, One Hundred Moments of Magic, Synchronicity, and Interesting Coincidence.
For years and years, a favorite saying of mine has been "It only takes one white crow to prove that not all crows are black." It's shorthand for keeping an open mind, believing in possibilities, looking for the anomaly--the exception-- watching for signs.
The other day, on my way to the grocery store under cloudy, drippy skies, I saw a white crow.
I'd never seen one--didn't know for sure that they existed. It took me a second to process it: a caw got my attention and there was a familiar corvid wing shape against the sky, and...white wings. Not pale, not gray, not pigeon-esque: white. Crow. I fumbled for my phone but by the time I had it in hand the white crow had vanished into the white sky.
It was the beginning of a fresh string of little miracles and wonders that I hope will continue for a while.
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oursin's consistent and fascinating 100 Things Meme posts (about London--I mean, my God, what a rich topic), I've decided to dust off my own iteration of the meme, One Hundred Moments of Magic, Synchronicity, and Interesting Coincidence.
For years and years, a favorite saying of mine has been "It only takes one white crow to prove that not all crows are black." It's shorthand for keeping an open mind, believing in possibilities, looking for the anomaly--the exception-- watching for signs.
The other day, on my way to the grocery store under cloudy, drippy skies, I saw a white crow.
I'd never seen one--didn't know for sure that they existed. It took me a second to process it: a caw got my attention and there was a familiar corvid wing shape against the sky, and...white wings. Not pale, not gray, not pigeon-esque: white. Crow. I fumbled for my phone but by the time I had it in hand the white crow had vanished into the white sky.
It was the beginning of a fresh string of little miracles and wonders that I hope will continue for a while.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where there are
comments. | Comment at Dreamwidth.