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Saturday, October 28, 2017

The sign of my times

Recently I was driving around with my 3 month old grandson. He was snoozing in his car seat. We do that sometimes on my one day with him. He needs a nap, I need quiet time and a chocolate shake from the drive-up window at McDs.

The car needed gas so I stopped at a station one town over. I got out, inserted my card in the slot, started to pump and looked around. It was a nice afternoon, flowers were still blooming at the farm stand across the street where a few cars pulled in, a couple of cars pulled out. There was a young guy pumping gas next to me. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. And then I saw something which, within a few seconds, shook me to my core, (in a good way).

But first, let me back up a bit.
After celebrating my recent birthday, and for some time leading up to it, I’ve been having a hard time dealing with aging. I don’t like the idea of getting old, and what that means: uncertainty, fear of suffering and dependence. A few years back after experiencing my parents’ switchover from driving cars to waterproof sheets, and eventual death, I saw my future. I didn’t like what I saw.

The primary ‘not-like’ of what lies ahead: will I live long enough for my grandchildren to remember me? I’m on the old-side of grand-parenting and they are all so young. (Oldest is three) I want them to know how much they mean to me. I want them to remember how much fun I am/was. By the time they start storing memories of me I will be really old and maybe not as limber as I am now. And the stupid part…right now I’m healthy and life is pretty damn good. But I dwell easily on the dark side of the unknown. Not good.

Anyway, I’m standing next to my car, my grandson is napping and while I’m pumping I look up at a sign, high on a pole next to the road, just below the big Exxon sign. Nothing fancy about it, typical marketing statement by a big company. Black background with simple white lettering.


It was as if a cool breeze rose from the field of flowers across the street to lighten my heavy heart.

It was an epiphany.

I read the sign out loud.

The guy at the pump next to me gave me one of those looks.

Right then, at that moment, on the spot, the difficulties and angst of the past, I realized are simply that, past. Finding jobs, finding love, a home, having children, raising them, helping them on their way, done. Though relationships with kids are certainly ongoing, like I said, they are done.

What’s right-now and the future looks pretty good. Don’t worry so much, don’t fret, don’t dwell…



  1. I just love those serendipitous sorts of moments, don't you? I'd have taken it as a sign. I mean, not a literal sign, which is was...but ya know, a sign. (wink)

    Now, it's time for me to tell you to get thee off the age thing. For as long as I have "known" you, this has irked you to no end. Ain't none of us exempt. Some of us are ahead of others, is all. Remember that saying or was it advice? (see, brain fart - at my age too.) About not worrying about what you can't change? Eh? Remember? Now, go hug that grandbaby.

    1. I am amazed how much that sign has changed my day to day life. Those words have become my mantra.
      I think the whole age thing is/was in my DNA because my mother had a hard time adjusting. Not me anymore I'm off that highway.
      Thanks for stopping by. Been thinking about you a lot and hoping you're feeling okay. BTW I love your pictures of Miss Priss. She's adorable.

  2. That sign was a SIGN indeed, dear friend! A few days ago, I watched a short video with Louise Hay. Paraphrasing what she said in the video, she based her life on the following thought/positive affirmation: "Only good lies before me." I was so inspired by her. That's so beautiful.

    Also, one of my beloved teachers told us how important setting intentions was. He shared with us that one of his intentions was to die in peace one piece. Six months later, that's exactly how he died. If that worked, why not intend as well to live longer, be healthy, stop the aging process (I'm inspired by Kryon here) and becoming best-selling authors? ;-) Miss you. <3
    P.S. Louise Hay's video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RA4MV7aIoI

    1. I am so inspired by your gentle words and generous actions Lilac. Much love to you in these difficult times.
      So the question is, are these difficult times or times to feel blessed? I feel blessed.
      Thanks for stopping by.