One way to view signs, according to me, are as the short-cut signposts of the Universe. One has to acknowledge that one might not always see the big picture.
Sometimes you don't see them. Then your best option is to reach for the better feeling and go with the flow.
The other day the man in my life woke up in a pretty off mood. He was present enough to recognise it, and to recognise that I had seen it. So, we did our little Tap o' the Morning with Brad (a simple EFT routine) wich got him in a slightly better attraction mode, mind you, just slightly. We went out to feed the horses... and he slides back into "off" mood and delivers the sour comment that we are almost out of hay, and why didn't I tell him yesterday because it would have been better to have fetched more hay yesterday and... and I asked him what is this all about? He gets it. And he calls the guy we buy our hay from... and it turns out he is still at home (we need him to load with his tractor), which is very unusual, because he is on his way to a small town in the inland. Turns out he is going to pass the place my man has just found an odd spare part to his snowmobile in, it is on the way. So not only could he load our hay in the morning, he could also bring the spare part...
This finally blew away all off-ness for the morning... and we got on with our days, smiling and connected. You've got to love the small things...
1/19/2009
A sign of some proportion
OK. This journey started way back. But let us begin with may 2007. There I was; my degree in law, well into my doctorate in international law. But I felt deep discomfort. I was pushing against my stream. I had no idea what to do. See, I have many differant talents, lots of things I do with ease. So, I looked up to the sky and said out loud, with full intent to follow if I was answered, "Please tell me what to do, give me a sign and I promise to follow!"
Then, through a series of small events so unlikely they became real, a got a question, "Oh, aren't you the coulpe who have reindeer?" And yes we are, my man is of the Sami people, a reindeer herder. The thing was that this american, this cowboy, was coming on a tour to Sweden and he wanted to visit reindeer in their natural habitit. I gave the woman our phonenumbers thinking this would amount to nothing.A couple of weeks later we get a visit. The cowboy was the world famous, the one, the original horse-whisperer, Monty Roberts. We met, we spoke, I was impressed by his presence- though I admit he can be a bit scary- and I SAW what he did. I began reading, studying, reflecting, encountering our own horses and reindeer with re-opened eyes. I was blown away.
Now you see, Monty is a hard-working man, he rarely makes house-calls.
Then it hit me like a freight train. Could a sign of where to go next be more obvious?
I have kept my promise...
Then, through a series of small events so unlikely they became real, a got a question, "Oh, aren't you the coulpe who have reindeer?" And yes we are, my man is of the Sami people, a reindeer herder. The thing was that this american, this cowboy, was coming on a tour to Sweden and he wanted to visit reindeer in their natural habitit. I gave the woman our phonenumbers thinking this would amount to nothing.A couple of weeks later we get a visit. The cowboy was the world famous, the one, the original horse-whisperer, Monty Roberts. We met, we spoke, I was impressed by his presence- though I admit he can be a bit scary- and I SAW what he did. I began reading, studying, reflecting, encountering our own horses and reindeer with re-opened eyes. I was blown away.
Now you see, Monty is a hard-working man, he rarely makes house-calls.
Then it hit me like a freight train. Could a sign of where to go next be more obvious?
I have kept my promise...
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