hobbies

So lately, seems I've developed two new hobbies: waiting for last-minute miracles and watching for signs.

Both past times can make you crazy. Everything, on certain afternoons, can be a sign. And if the miracles don't happen, then it's easy to convince yourself the Universe and all the holy powers in it are out to teach a lesson.

And, as with mastering any hobby, waiting and asking take finesse and decorum. Try to go through your days with ease and remember to only throw your fits in private. If someone sees the crying mess in public and asks why all the tears, the answer won't proove that hopeless as the emotion, and you may look a bit foolish.

As for signs, don't demand them. That will only make the power you are asking indignant. Only at the most desperate of times will the strongest signs present. After they do, it is your responsiblity to hang on to them and remember what they showed you.

In the meantime, if you know how to knit, make a hat or begin a sweater. If you bird-watch, go find out which species are migrating back north.

Or contact a dear friend and tell them about the signs you collected today. When all else (seemingly) fails, they will remind you of the signs, and that following intuition is always the correct choice. Always.