I used to wait for a sign, she said, before I did anything. Then one night I had a dream & an angel in black tights came to me & said, you can start any time now, & then I asked is this a sign? & the angel started laughing & I woke up. Now, I think the whole world is filled with signs, but if there's no laughter, I know they're not for me.
I bought one of Mr. Andreas' wooden angels with this message attached on a piece of flat metal a long time ago at a gallery in Detroit. Years later when my mother was staying with me and dying of cancer, she saw the wall sculpture and asked me if it was an angel from Jesus. I told her yes. She then asked me if Jesus was going to give her a second chance. I told her yes. "Really?" She asked me aga
I always waited for signs growing up. Everything and anything was a sign of what I should do, where I should go. And everyone who knew me mocked it.
This reminds me to keep looking for signs, but the right ones, my signs. If a sign doesn't contain a smile, it's not for me.
26 March 2009
alon:
I saw this print from across the store several years ago -- it now resides on the wall of my bedroom. Sometimes I forget it is there, and then something happens to remind me to get grounded in the truth of the need for laughter in signs.
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