It's not that I got nothin', I do, but I've been noticing all kinds of little things this week and I'm only half-way through as I write this. So, instead of my usual blog, I bring you a bunch of "random" things I've noticed in just two days...
SIGN #1: This awesome advice
For one scintilla (isn't that a great word?!) of a second, I had a flash of "OMG, who do I think I'm kidding? I can't do a video course on fear when I'm still always full of it!" before flushing the idea. Then, I saw this:
Take a moment to read this post about fear and doing it anyway. YES!! If you can, treat yourself to 10 minutes of entrancement as Matthew Dicks tells a story that will leave you with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes.
When I saw this in my inbox and read that this man was not only talking about fear but is a storyteller, well, it was a "sign from God," as Dan Ackroyd said in the famous Blues Brothers movie. Matthew Dicks was born to be a storyteller. I was born to be a storyhealer. 'Nuf said.
SIGN #2: Hello, it's November 1st!
For some reason, this year I forgot that November 1st followed October 31st. I went about my business most of yesterday, until 2:00 or so, oblivious to the fact that this was the November 1st, the anniversary of my wedding day. I was running errands and then took my dog, Lulu, for a walk at a place we haven't been to all year. I parked, opened up my phone to send my hubby a text to tell him that his computer stuff had arrived, and the date flashed on my phone screen. There it was. Somehow, we both managed to miss it this year. And of course, when I got home, there was a facebook reminder, which I simply had to post:
What's unusual about our wedding day is that we celebrate both the anniversary of our first date and the anniversary of the day we officially got married. As a believer in signs, when hubby asked me to marry him, we looked at the dates available and realized that November 1st fell on a Saturday 3 years after our first date on November 1st... well, we just had to! November in Yellowknife is not the most popular date to get married, so we had no problem booking the fabulously beautiful Great Hall of the Legislative Assembly (the home of the Northwest Territories' government). Our wonderful friend and my employer at the time, Leanne Tait, opened up her home to us. We had a small potluck wedding and it was absolutely lovely.
SIGN #3: Things change
Like I said, yesterday I took my dog, Lulu, out for a walk. I can't remember the last time I was here. It's part of the Canada Trail (which runs through every province and territory in Canada) and we often walked down to the Petitcodiac River. The Petitcodiac River, also known as the Chocolate River because of the water's silty brownness, is where surfers can ride the tidal bore wave for about 22 kilometres. It's a river that is affected by the world's highest tides in the Bay of Fundy — New Brunswick's biggest claim to fame.
I'm pretty sure it's been a couple of years at least since I've been to the river with Lulu, but she remembered the trail. I was surprised to see how much our spot had changed. The river had broken through the banks of pillowy silt and had cut a channel into the area we used to walk.
Sign #3: SOME THINGS ARE CONSTANT
I went to bed REALLY late last night. In our weekly meeting, I said to my coach that as I get older I tend to go to bed later and get up later. This is due in part to the best perk of being a solopreneur: I don't have a set schedule, so I can work whatever hours I wish.
This morning, even though I was still wanting to sleep when I opened my eyes and saw this out my bedroom window I remembered that this view makes accepting the inevitability of winter easier. When hubby leaves for work and opens the drapes for me as I savour the last moments before getting up, I see this. A lot. The most beautiful sunrises imaginable, which I'm consistently compelled to photograph.
It's worth getting out of bed in the morning for... Well, that, coffee, and this other harbinger of winter that resides in my office:
Enjoy and find the amazement in every day my friends! Signs abound, if you only see.
kathy mercure is a storyhealer, storylistener, and storyteller. Her life’s work is to gently draw stories from her students and help them unblock their writing, find their voice, and heal their lives. Her passion is to support women and men in realizing their true identity as a valued human being, claiming their passions, and speaking their truth as they become their most authentic selves. (Photo by EagleSpirit Soul Shots)