Sometimes I "have eyes to see it" but I still don't understand the significance because the content is not particularly meaningful. I am interested, of course, because these come in waves that are quite regular and startling.
This submission will be a work in progress, and I could kick myself for not paying better attention. A year ago I wrote about all these weird coincidences, and now, one year later it's happening again. What I can't remember from that time if I was flaring up with my "Uysterious Coughing Disesase" (so named by me because I have no diagnosis). I am certainly in an active flare right now - and well into a month long course of prednisone.
So, I can't remember most of them because I just started noticing the pattern and not writing them down right away. Now I'm determined to get going on this, so here is what I have so far (having sadly forgotten so many):
1. I saw an actual red-wing blackbird. The next day I found a little plaque that explained about red-wing blackbirds. Admittedly this is my weakest one, but what is weird is that I've lived her for ten year and never saw one before. I used to see them regularly in MN.
2. I was explaining to my daughter about what a raven was, and that they were scary, and that one actually dive-bombed me and hit the back of my head when I was in Chicago. This morning, when I got up and went our there was one sitting at the the top of our pine tree yelling at me.
(Birds! Hm. But the others were not about birds).
3. I looked at my stand up paddleboard and thought about how essential and treasured the fin portion of it is, and my son lost it the next day (where that stupid thing is, is one of the great mysteries of life right now. He just moved it from one car trunk into another and it's vanished)
I'll keep paying attention, and if there are any more I'll write them before I forget them.
7/11 - They are still piling up! And I'm still having trouble holding on to them. I will try to remember.
4. Yesterday I told my husband about how great my school lunches were in Minneapolis in the 1970s. They had a white cheddar mac and cheese and breaded shrimp on the menu for elementary school children. We had a discussion about whether it was some white, processed Velveeta and I argued for real, white cheddar cheese. I'm not sure, but I remember going home and explaining to my parents that this white mac and cheese was something amazing and that my mother had said they must have used white cheddar. Immediately after this discussion, Jim put Milk Street on (a cooking show) and it was all about white cheddar.
5. Today I read my friend (junior high, high school, roommates in our 20s) Liz's essay in which she comes back in another life as a goat. She has read this, having no idea that my current book has my protagonist's missing father actually come to her in dreams (or more like the astral plane) as a goat.
6. I'm forgetting at least one more! Ugh!
So, I can't remember most of them because I just started noticing the pattern and not writing them down right away. Now I'm determined to get going on this, so here is what I have so far (having sadly forgotten so many):
1. I saw an actual red-wing blackbird. The next day I found a little plaque that explained about red-wing blackbirds. Admittedly this is my weakest one, but what is weird is that I've lived her for ten year and never saw one before. I used to see them regularly in MN.
2. I was explaining to my daughter about what a raven was, and that they were scary, and that one actually dive-bombed me and hit the back of my head when I was in Chicago. This morning, when I got up and went our there was one sitting at the the top of our pine tree yelling at me.
(Birds! Hm. But the others were not about birds).
3. I looked at my stand up paddleboard and thought about how essential and treasured the fin portion of it is, and my son lost it the next day (where that stupid thing is, is one of the great mysteries of life right now. He just moved it from one car trunk into another and it's vanished)
I'll keep paying attention, and if there are any more I'll write them before I forget them.
7/11 - They are still piling up! And I'm still having trouble holding on to them. I will try to remember.
4. Yesterday I told my husband about how great my school lunches were in Minneapolis in the 1970s. They had a white cheddar mac and cheese and breaded shrimp on the menu for elementary school children. We had a discussion about whether it was some white, processed Velveeta and I argued for real, white cheddar cheese. I'm not sure, but I remember going home and explaining to my parents that this white mac and cheese was something amazing and that my mother had said they must have used white cheddar. Immediately after this discussion, Jim put Milk Street on (a cooking show) and it was all about white cheddar.
5. Today I read my friend (junior high, high school, roommates in our 20s) Liz's essay in which she comes back in another life as a goat. She has read this, having no idea that my current book has my protagonist's missing father actually come to her in dreams (or more like the astral plane) as a goat.
6. I'm forgetting at least one more! Ugh!
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