That Sign That You Need

Some people may not believe in ‘signs’.   I respect that.   I can’t say I believe in everyone else’s signs.  Sometimes though, signs are just there.   And it’s up to us to read them or not.  Of course, our interpretation is key to the meaning of the sign.   Personally I don’t believe in negative signs or omens.  I mean, if we have an option to believe or not believe, and pick and choose what it is we want to see or not see, I choose to not see something that is going to make me believe I will be doomed or damned.   I have no  problem holding my hands over my eyes and bouncing around blindly.  It has worked for me thus far in life.

Though I turn a blind eye to negative posted signs.

I keep my eyes wide open in regards to other things.

Today I took my open eyes on a walk.  All by my big-girl self.  I seldom, stress seldom, ever have time for solitude.  So I took my camera.  Determined to go for a walk and take pictures of a covered bridge.  It’s less than half a mile from me.  Why not walk myself over there.  And practice some picture taking skills.  As I walked to the bridge I admit I was trying to walk off some frustration.  Stupid frustrations that frolicked in my head for no other reason than to annoy me.   As I approached the bridge I was stunned to see people gathering in it and around it.  And photographers there.  Never, in over four years of walking or biking to that bridge, have I ever seen photographers and groups of people being photographed, at that bridge.

I couldn’t be angry though now could I.   I walked on past.  I thought I would walk past, circle around, and come back from the other side of the creek.

So I got to walk a little further.   And when I crossed the little foot bridge and turned  to go back, I saw a deer waiting for me.   She let me approach.  She let me take pictures.  Thank you people on the covered bridge.   This gave me a different perspective.  I had to practice patience.  And slinking.  As I slunk closer to her.

Finally she became bored with me and sauntered off.

I moved on, back towards the bridge.  They were still there.

I sat on some bleachers.

My frustrations were still there.   You know how that is.  Thoughts and ‘oh bothers’ that just pounce on you for no reason.  The weight of such things tend to pull your head down.   When I can remind myself to do so- I look up.

And I did.

Look up.

And there it was.

Heart of Love

Perfectly up and ahead and in front of me.

Talk about signs.

Funny thing is though….  not for one minute did I think it was for me.  I raised the camera and took a couple of shots and immediately thought of who might need this.   And I knew it wasn’t for me.

But for someone else who needs it.

So here it is.

That sign that you need.

As soon as I saw it.  I thought of you.  Which makes it your sign.  Not mine.

The best thing about seeing something good-is knowing when it’s meant for someone else.

You know who you are.