Have you ever had that Twilight Zone feeling, like when the phone rings and an inner voice says, “Don’t answer it,” only to ignore the warning and have that phone call forever change your life? I did. And it wasn’t for the best. Two years later I was still recouping my life yet it would never be the same again. And I’ve never forgotten that twinge of a haunting feeling.
Every premonition I’ve ever had gave me that familiarly eerie, back-of-the-neck hair raising, uneasy feeling that is too strong to dismiss. And even if I mistakenly try to turn away, my reality is pin-pricked deep within because I innately know the premonition rings true. It’s a forecast of what is to come.
Is it an angel giving me this information? Divine guidance? Past life, inner wisdom, or fate ingrained in my DNA? I’ve stopped guessing the source. It just is. Pay attention. Think twice. Be grateful for the information and heed it.
via Daily Prompt: Premonition”
“Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of non-forgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.” — Eckhart Tolle
The greatest gift from anyone is to be present. Not just with those around you but with yourself as well. Forget the distractions. Don’t be distracted. The greatest gift to anyone is being present. Give the gift of being present. To yourself, and others as well.
“When you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal.” – Paulo Coelho
There’s only 701 hours or 42060 minutes until spring! 29 days. Yes, I know. People tell me not to rush my life away. I don’t think I am, really. Just wishing to rush passed the frigid temps and ice we’ve had for the last few months.
I’d happily linger in spring, not rushing away a single minute. But, the older I get the colder I get. And after a few months of oppressively grey, gloomy skies I’m craving sunshine, warmth and spring’s freshness. I’ve been admonished before that I hurry up to wait. Well, truth be told, yes, I’d like to hurry up spring so I can wait and lavish its lushness.
We knew the storm was coming and wondered how their fragile bodies would survive. Were there any still alive in these frigid 3 degree temps? Topping off the bird feeders, we later fell asleep to the hush of heavy snowfall then awoke the next morning to more of the same — nearly a foot of snow and more still falling.
A flurry of birds lined up on the tarmac of tree branches, each waiting their turn for food — the mysterious cardinal whose been pecking at the windows for a year, the usual tiny chickadees, a tufted titmouse or two, and a pudgy new family thought to be dark-eyed juncos (although they may have been plump simply to stay warm).