A Fly Imparts A Vital Message
By the following day, I had learned my lesson. Of course, I had learned it before, but for now, it was solid in my memory; listen to the signs, heed the signs.
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On the twenty-first of April it was rainy and blustery in the morning. Yet, for a brief moment it was sunny and almost warm. I would have missed it, focused on my computer as I was. A little fruit fly came along, right between my monitor and I, interrupting my gaze.
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Irritated I glanced about. What am I doing wrong now? I thought, annoyed.
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Then I saw the sunshine pouring in the window behind me. I smiled and quickly put on my shoes and hastened outdoors.
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It was still windy, but the sun made it warm enough to pick dandelions for a while. An hour later I blended the baby dandelion leaves, mint leaves and comfrey leaves with almond milk, frozen bananas, a raw egg, a little raw honey and a blend of "apple pie spices" into a smoothie and brought it to Paladin.
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I mentioned the dandelions to him. He grinned and said, "You're masterful. I don't know what you put in here to cover them up, but I can hardly taste a bitter undertone."
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I smiled back at him, beaming with his praise. "Honey and frozen bananas," I replied.
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The following day another fly came along with a much more important message for me. I can hardly express enough gratitude to the universe for its signs, especially ones like theses.
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I was looking up the licensing policy for a favorite font of mine which I'd been using on the cover for one of my projects. Now that I was so close to finally publishing it, things like font choices actually matter. To my relief, the font creator only asked for a donation for each font used commercially.
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Okay, sure, I'll donate a few bucks. I love the font. I use it all the time for personal use anyway. She deserves some money. I contemplated how much to donate. I typed in four, for four dollars. Not much, but I don't expect to become rich selling my product either.
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Then a silly fly started to bother me. I exhaled sharply. What?
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"I'm trying to do the right thing!" I said aloud to the fly. "What's wrong with that?"
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I wracked my brain. Certainly four dollars couldn't be too much to give! I put in "2" instead. The fly comes back the other way. I begin to shake with irritation. I don't like being wrong, after all.
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It can't be that I can't afford it. I have a fridge full of store-bought kombucha for goodness sakes! If it were finances, flies would be pummeling me every time I went to the grocery store and spent another $80 on food. Speaking of which, I really should remember to use my new benefits card. I've never used one before, but a few dollars for free each month isn't something I'll say no to.
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I glanced around, shrugged and was about to go through with the donation when the fly came by again. Clearly I was missing something.
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I thought about the font on the cover. I looked over at my project prototype sitting beside me. The cover was nice, although I've continually thought to myself that I could do better. I probably ought to find a different font. That is probably what is wrong. I sighed, not really liking the idea of going font-hunting again. The fly flew in front of me again.
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My eyelids widened slightly. No, not this font. No, not that font. No, not any font! Of course! I've made vectors for the numbers instead of using a font! Why am I not using my own vector art for the words that make up the logo itself? What kind of crazy person am I?
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Relieved, I placed the donation anyway. Two dollars to a hard-working girl who made a font I love. Easy, peasy. No fly further disturbed this donation.
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I set to work making the vectors of each letter without any irruption from flies, drinking an elderberry kombucha. In the afternoon I took the time to write about it, since I'd probably find this an interesting little episode to look back on. Really, what better things to remember? I will always cherish those times where faith and spirituality led my steps, and led me well.
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Later, I came to some startling realizations about my childhood.