This weekend Eden and her Fresh Horses Brigade are all about 'signs'.
Signs, symbols, clues, hints, premonitions, tokens, warnings, assurances - I'm into them all.
I'm always looking for signs.
As a chronic over-thinker, it's part of the job description.
I used to look for signs that it was 'all wrong' - you know, to prepare and protect myself. Now I tend to focus on the signs that there's something bigger than me at work.
Something that wants me to be happy and bring happy.
When I ran my marathon last year, there were rainbows every which way I looked as I drove to the start line and as I set out on those first few kilometres.
Christianity says that rainbows are a symbol of God's promise to us.
The promise that he will take care of it - that's it going to be just fine.
That day, I took those rainbows as my sign, and ran with 'em - literally.
I felt more mentally strong and serene than I would have thought possible.
When I dragged Magoo to Ireland last year to visit my ill Mum,
I was hesitant about making the trip for a bunch of reasons.
While we were in the air, the surgeons backflipped and decided to perform the previously-too-risky surgery on my Mum during our stay.
While we were in Ireland and Mum was recuperating,
my beautiful aunty/godmother had a stroke right in front of us.
Sad times, but assurance that I was right where I was meant to be.
Signs to trust my instincts.
I decided in the past few months that the demolition of a familiar house
on my run/walk trail was a sign.
I found out that I was pregnant as they levelled the land and laid the slab
for their new house.
I decided that the construction of this new home was going to share my journey.
If I was still pregnant when the roof went on, it was going to be just fine.
Every day that I passed that house, I saw progress.
I rubbed my tummy and watched that structure rise.
The tilers roofed that house the day I went for my gloriously 'normal' 12 week scan.
My iPod keeps shuffling back to Beyonce's 'Run The World (Girls)'.
It's a sign.
Muppet's a 'she' as far as I'm concerned.
I could tip tap this stuff all day - but you may deem it a sign to have me institutionalised.
Open your eyes (and mind) - there's signs of greatness everywhere.
|My little sister unearthed this 25 year old family photo the other day.|
Gotta love being dragged into a Dad joke!