Those are precious moments when my perspective shifts...and, zoom...my vision widen and sharpen simultaneously.
Or perhaps I'll hear a whispered, yet very clear and elegantly simple answer to a question I have pondered for the last twenty years of my life.
I marvel and delight at these insights.
Sometimes they are quiet confirmations of things I already know, but don't trust that I know.
Other times they are new, fresh, and instantly recognizable as the key that will liberate me from an outdated or fallacious belief I've lugged around way too long.
And sometimes, the insight comes as a sign...something symbolic in nature...and I must interpret its meaning. That's when I put on my thinking cap and mud boots, and my analytical mind takes over and does what she enjoys doing: mucking around...digging deep, mining for meaning. (Uh-oh, watch out. My friend Ricket says I can be obsessively analytical.)
Signs or Wonder
On both Saturday and Sunday mornings of this past week-end, I sat inside urging myself to go out and enjoy the bright sunshine. But I lallygagged for another hour or so, watering my plants and signing along to Handel's Messiah, at the top of my lungs. On both days, when I finally stepped outside, the sky opened up and rained big drops, even as the sun still shone.
In serious pursuit of the divine messsage, I queried Buddy: "What do you make of this? I know it was a sign! Two days in a row, I delayed, and then it rained when I finally walk outside. What to you think it means? Maybe it was a sign to stop puttering around, and get up and get productive."
Buddy: Did you see a rainbow?
YaYa: What rainbow?
Buddy: Your experienced a sunstorm twice. The perfect conditions for rainbow!
YaYa: Oh, My God/dess! I missed the pretty rainbow!
Me and my analytical mind...so busy digging for the meaning, I missed the wonder.
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