An interesting thing happens to me when I’m going through change. Little signs pop up everywhere – signs that perhaps were always there, but I wasn’t ready to see them.
I lived in Winnipeg when my first marriage crumbled. One day I was driving over the Assiniboine River and I happened to look up. There was a flashing neon sign that I had never seen before. It advertising a church, and it said:
Now, despite not being an organized religion kind of gal, I really needed to see that blinking sign at that vulnerable juncture in my life. These words gave me great comfort, and I went out of my way to drive past that sign in the weeks to follow. Then one day it was simply gone.
Two years ago, before we made a decision to move to the west coast, I happened upon this sign near Fisherman’s Wharf on a trip to Vancouver. It was faded, but I could still read it. I took this sign to heart, too.
Sometimes the signs come from people. These are your angels. Listen to them. Just this morning, a treasured colleague said to me: the work you are meant to do is the in between. She explained – my talents were in bridging organizations and families, connecting up people – the broker in between. Instead of struggling that I don’t fully belong to one organization or group or the other, I should simply embrace the spaces in between, because that is where I belong.
Later this afternoon, I was leaving our condo to pick up Aaron from school. My brow was furrowed, my face bent into a frown. Across the street a tradesman was getting into his van.
You look like you are suffering from a long day! he shouted across the road. This instantly broke my frown. I smiled and nodded. Don’t let the bastards get you down! Then he popped in his van and he was gone. And this wise sentiment, my friends, is my sign for the day.
ps: Never forget that angels come in all shapes and forms. It is only if you stay very still, you can hear what they say.