I believe in signs.
I don’t always know whether they are coincidence, signs from The Universe, or God or what, but I believe in their significance. If that sounds too woo-woo, tree-hugging, new age whatever to you, I totally get it. I’ve hugged a tree before and I’ll probably do it again. But hear me out.
If your body can send signals that you are sick or something is not right, or body language can tell us things without you saying a word, then why not other signs? Who is to say that we can’t be prompted into noticing things that we would normally blow off? Who is to say there isn’t a greater message there?
Did that pair of shoes just tell me to buy them online? Why yes, yes it did.
Who am I to argue?
Recently I had an experience that felt like this. My dear friend Meagan Jones passed away recently at the ripe old age of 23…wrong in every sense of the word. She was blunt and honest and loyal as hell. She had an edge when she was annoyed and was brave when she shared the difficult truths of her life.
It had been about a month when I was sitting in church not paying attention—I’ll own that—and was thinking of her, noticing that even though she had died recently, I hadn’t thought of her for a few days. I know in my head this is normal. Still, the guilt arrived at the entrance to my thoughts and started pounding on the door.
“So soon?” Guilt demanded, “You are forgetting her already? Did your friendship mean so little to you that you forget a mere month-ish later? That’s pathetic.”
Shoving Guilt aside, my mind drifted and tried to focus again on what was happening in the class at church. They were doing introductions of new people.
“Welcome, what’s your name?” The class teacher said.
“Meagan Jones.” The young woman asked. I stopped breathing for a moment.
I don’t share this to make it seem extraordinary, just to point it out… The Don’t Miss This Moment of that experience. “Her name is common,” Doubt countered. But that’s not the point. The point is that sometimes the universe, or coincidence, or God or even the incomparable Meagan Jones takes the time to show us something and the importance lies in our noticing.
Breathing Tales 