Strange little occurences
I believe in the significance of little things that just sort of happen. Serendipity? The chance meeting that changes your life? The moment when the light blinks on and suddenly you see? Yeah, those. But there are those you understand and then there are those that make you wonder. Among those whose meaning just leaps to me is the rainbow over the Grand Canyon - it happened the one day that I chanced to be there at the North Rim Lodge for my 20th wedding anniversary dinner. I have pictures. Everyone else who was there was excited, too.
Some things are small, like waking up to moonlight on my face the last two mornings: bright, bright moon looking down on me, shining just right into my bedroom window. And another nighttime incident that happened recently: I distinctly remember my husband getting up in the night - I looked at the clock and it was 1:30 AM. But, then, I got up somewhat later - I remember going back to sleep - but the clock said the exact same time, as if the minutes or hours had not passed but stood still. In the morning my husband said that he hadn't gotten up.
I know that not too long ago I had a vivid dream about the Goddess, about stirrings in the Earth, about a light from darkness, odd images which still leave me puzzled, pictures that told no story I know. Usually I don't remember dreams and, when I know I have traveled somewhere in the night, I haven't brought any postcards back.
Things are moving.
Some things are small, like waking up to moonlight on my face the last two mornings: bright, bright moon looking down on me, shining just right into my bedroom window. And another nighttime incident that happened recently: I distinctly remember my husband getting up in the night - I looked at the clock and it was 1:30 AM. But, then, I got up somewhat later - I remember going back to sleep - but the clock said the exact same time, as if the minutes or hours had not passed but stood still. In the morning my husband said that he hadn't gotten up.
I know that not too long ago I had a vivid dream about the Goddess, about stirrings in the Earth, about a light from darkness, odd images which still leave me puzzled, pictures that told no story I know. Usually I don't remember dreams and, when I know I have traveled somewhere in the night, I haven't brought any postcards back.
Things are moving.