Way back in 1998 (can that really be 18 years ago?!) a little book called The Celestine Prophecy caught my attention (along with several million other readers). Very true to the book, it wasn’t a coincidence–at least I didn’t think so–that I became aware of this gem at a time in my life when I was searching for a bit of direction and purpose. I’ve gone back to this little treasure several times, most often when I’m looking for some sort of sign from the Universe. If you haven’t read The Celestine Prophecy, I suggest you give it, and some of Mr. Redfield’s other books, a try/looksy.
Thanks in no small part to Redfield’s prose, I’ve become more aware of “signs” and “coincidences.” Sometimes a banana, is, you know, just a banana. But, occasionally I do believe simple objects can take on deeper meaning. For the record, my science-centric son thinks this is all a bunch of hooey, and of course he’s entitled to his opinion, bless his heart.
I can’t help but think that lately, the Universe has been having a bit of fun with me. As I search to find meaning in the random little notes, signs, or messages that come my way each day, it can be downright difficult to decipher exactly what the takeaway is supposed to be. For example…
Tooling around southern Virginia last weekend, we came across this little beauty of a sign. I was instantly intrigued: “coffee pot ladies auxiliary?” There’s always a back story. This could very well inspire a short story or more in the near future.
I came upon this fork in the road a couple of years ago. Proof that someone at the Virginia Department of Transportation has a wicked sense of humor. Or maybe this was some VDOT employee’s “I’m outta here, I quit!” sign off. Or maybe it’s just Virginia. As the great Yogi Berra once said: if you come to a fork in the road, take it. Instantly makes the song “Should I Stay or Should I Go Now” by The Clash start to play in my head.
I’m not wholly sure what the Universe was trying to tell me here: I shouldn’t tell my mom something, or, is my son not telling ME something? Mom’s gonna find out, no matter what. And, is this really a necessary sticker campaign, does any kid ever need to be reminded to not tell Mom??
I spotted this little beauty almost a year ago. Did you know that pecan shellers have a national association? Me neither. But, everyone deserves to find their tribe. For some reason I have to believe that their receptions are quite the throw-down. Party on Garth!!
I can’t wrap my head around how this works. Can someone please explain the process by which you can deep fry butter?? Clear evidence that in the South we will deep fry anything, yep, even butter. Everything tastes better with a little deep fried batter.
I discovered this little gift from the Universe during a trip to Sweden. Fart is funny in any language. For the record, “Utfart” translated means “exit road.” It’s still funny.
Do you believe in signs from the Universe? Have you ever had an epiphany because of some little message with a hidden meaning just for you?