Sunday’s Sign?

I know what I instantly glimpsed when glancing down at life’s “handiwork” but…what do you see here?

Hexagram 10?

There’s actually a better image, a sharper shot of this sugar spill but it doesn’t show what I see as well. Just as I was uttering something to myself about choices I’m making the cannister slipped out of my hands. I stood there laughing. But I still needed my coffee and that 5 second rule was ticking off the moment of reckoning. So, I grabbed a spoon and scooped the top of the mountain of sugar back into the cannister. I left the mess in order to get on with what I’d been in the middle of doing. But I glanced down and wow. The growl of tracks whispering a recurring message caught me up in surprise, arrested my flow.

I had a night of dark, stark concern, soul-searching (more like soul-shredding, ripping agonizing) for the next move in my life. At every turn, animal signs. The wolf. The tiger (or any feline wonder). The hawk. They all have one thing in common in my own story. They share the sharp-eyed, keen-eared, relentless stalking care involved in treading a path out of oppression, away from manufactured being and into the wilds of authenticity. They haunt my world when I’m losing sight, when the sounds of so much more “important” noise drown out the truth. As much as I’m NOT happy I hadn’t yet run out of the “bad” sugar (as opposed to the “not as bad” sugar that is not bleached, not as unwholesome), I wasn’t looking for the fast dump or the paw print moment. It just accidentally happened. And now I can go find the sweetness. (Speaking in layers here!)

All I can say in light of this “mishap” message:  life’s truths and love’s flow relentlessly stalk us when we most need their confident tread.

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13 thoughts on “Sunday’s Sign?

    1. Hey Tooty!! I can see that squashed owl! But it’s still a tiger-print to me. It’s apparently what I insist on seeing these days.

      You know, after seeing the three-eyed alien, I’d go all to pot too! My sister saw a monkey. She went bananas…

      oh my….that was lame… ;0)

  1. Ah, my sweet sugar sister… wild in ways in even the simplest of places… in even a spill of sugar… wonderful…

    Say, my friend, I’ve been swamped, but wanted to check in. Winter is supposed to be my slow time; turning into a big time of change, we work to make it all happen and it looks like it is coming together, so close, I can close my eyes and am there… I am afraid to share it still, will let you know when it’s all a done deal. But in the meanwhile, so much to do to get ready, and have not had, no, taken, the time to keep up with friends and what matters most. Please excuse me, though somehow I feel that you’d understand…

    1. I do understand. Sometimes we just need to take to the earth, retreat and regroup. It doesn’t mean we don’t care. I’ve been feeling your gestation of this change, whatever it may be, and cheering you on in my heart. And I look forward to hearing about it.

      Big hugs to you Gin and much love…

  2. At first, I assumed you spilled the sugar and then your kitty walked through it! I saw a kitty print immediately. Must be “your” print, right now. 😉

  3. I see an owl LOL … no wait, let me put on my reading glasses or get my magnifying glass …. ok, maybe a wolf or a tiger paw. Either way, you noticed and perhaps more importantly, listened and absorbed a message to yourself (from yourself) and nothing accidentally happens silly!

    Each moment is … it is simply up to us to learn the lessons we need to learn in that moment in order to simply be who we are meant to be — our authentic selves.

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