I don’t believe in coincidences. Never have, never will.
On January 1, 2018, I began recording the small miracles that show up in my formerly mundane life. After seven days, I have actually experienced more than seven and probably missed that many more because of mindless distractions.
Yesterday’s miracle was the best.
As I talked to an old friend on the phone, I glanced out the window to see a lone red bird sitting on the ugly bare branches of the huge oak tree outside. I hung up the phone and moved closer to the window. I swear that bird was looking directly at me. I went to the computer and looked up “red bird in dead of winter.” Continue reading
Our mothers did it when they told us we were beautiful during our chubby baby-fat period; our boyfriends did it by pledging undying devotion while sneaking a peak up the dress of our best friend: and then there’s politicians, but we won’t go there.
I bet none of my friends knew I died. It happened about two years ago and this imposter has been keeping up appearances – mowing my yard and posting on my blog sporatically to make people think I was doing well. Continue reading
Glory Hallelujah! Can I get a witness? I think I’ve been struck by lightening and don’t even care. That, or I died in my sleep last night and awoke on some new planet where life is near perfect and nothing bothers me.
The woes of the ages seem to have evaporated along with daylight savings time.
Today I emerged from the shadows of boredom into sunlight so bright it burned my eyes. Out of the blue a new attitude had sneaked in during the night. What is this? Did the good fairy visit while I slept and sprinkle me with magic dust? Continue reading