“I believe in signs….what we need to learn is always there before us, we just have to look around us with respect & attention to discover where God is leading us and which step we should take.“Paul Coelho
A friend reached out this a.m. after reading St Therese’s prayer. She has lost both her parents in the last few months. We chatted a bit about grief and asking for strength. She commented she wasn’t sure who she was talking to in her head, but that traditional beliefs did not have a presence in her life right now.
Completely understandable, we don’t feel very spirited in the wilderness.
It got me to thinking…
Faith. Does it matter what you are having faith in, or just that you are choosing to believe?
And which feels better right now– to project hope into a future positive possibility or to fear the worst?
Faith is seeing possibilities, not just problems. (What is a problem solver anyway? I think it’s just someone that believes in possible solutions.)
A friend called yesterday. She’s of Catholic background and particularly partial to St Thérèse. In fact so much so, she bought a St Thérèse statue for a friend of ours who was terminally ill, who also happened to be a professional flower girl. Through her, and some time spent with this blessing (and googling about the little flower child, ) I became intrigued with St Thérèse. Today is the last day focusing on her simply profound blessing, and life.
So apparently a tradition is to pray to St Thérèse, in the most simplistic of forms. The sign you will receive, if you are into signs (which I am!) has to do with flowers, specifically roses appearing.
I often wonder if when I am superconscious and on the lookout for Spirit, and then see something that looks like a sign- if it was always there and I’m just now tuning in- or if I have elicited some sort of response. No matter- bottom line, it’s hope giving.
My friend read something I had written about St Thérèse, her mother’s favorite saint, and her middle name. She spent some time reading, meditating, praying to her favorite saint, which she hadn’t done in a long while. And lo and behold, that day passed a flower shop giving out free roses to those with her mother’s name. ‘Pretty cool,’ she thought.
Turned me onto the whole idea… So last night I blew out the candle by my bed and said a little prayer to the little flower child that was lame and simplistic. Didn’t think much of it. Until- shazam- I realized today, Rosé IS the theme of my day! My brother’s awesome beverage company, Töst just unleashed a new Rosé product. Rosé images and thoughts are everywhere for me right now.
Signs are interesting. I think they wake us up. That’s exciting! So is Tösting, with a rosé, and finding a way to celebrate – even now… especially now.
This Week's Muse:
This week, this day, this breath is precious. As is this blessing, left behind by a young woman who promised on her death bed to spend her days in heaven comforting those of us in the wilderness of life on earth. Now is the time to pause, smell the roses, and maybe even raise a toast. Loving the flower girl!
This Week's Meditation:
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