“The universe is always speaking to us…sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more.” – Nancy Thayer from the book, Signs; The Secret Language of the Universe by Laura Lynne Jackson
I love the feeling of being in flow, connected to the universe, mystery, and the angels busily working their magic all around us. I believe deeply in the healing language of signs. Sometimes I ask for them and sometimes they show up unexpectedly.
This fall in honor of my book’s one-year birthday, I’m offering an online therapeutic writing workshop. I’m really excited about it and feel a burst of energy swirling around this particular passion project.
I love a new creative project! The workshop will be for anyone and everyone no matter gender, writing experience, and whether or not you have endured a recent loss or whether or not you have read the book. It’s open to all and will be good medicine for the heart and soul.
Just this morning as I was working on content for the workshop, I wrote down one of the prompts about signs and what they mean to us, how they show up, and how to ask for them. I found the paragraph in my book where I write about signs and look down to mark the page number which happens to be 111.
What?!? Chills! For years now, 111 has been a special number to me. I see 111, 11:11 and 1:11 often. When I do, I pause and notice what I’m doing and how I’m feeling at the moment I see it. I believe it’s a message to trust my intuition and believe that everything is working out for our highest good. A quick google search about angel numbers revealed that 111 “signifies new beginnings, manifestation, and spiritual awakening” and “seeing 11:11 is associated with spiritual messages, synchronicities, and the awakening of consciousness.” (gaia.com)
After I sat in awe and wonder for a spell, I went inside and told my son about the sweet synchronicity. Fortunately, he is patient when I start talking about out of the ordinary some may say woo woo things. When I finish my story, I look down and see that it’s 11:11 on my phone. No joke!
And speaking of synchronicities, last weekend when I was in Providence, RI celebrating the life of my Uncle Bob, my dad’s younger brother, I happened to bump into a real-living sign.
My aunt had asked me a few weeks ago if I would speak at my uncle’s memorial service and while I was touched and honored to do so, I was also nervous. (Would it be okay to say, “do bong” in a chapel? He used to say this while listening to Bob Marley).
Saturday morning, before we left for the cemetery, I walked across the street to pick up coffee. Behind me, I recognized a woman named Meghan Riordan Jarvis that I don’t know but follow on Instagram. I had read and enjoyed her book, End of the Hour, A Therapist’s Memoir About Grief, last year. I even sent her my book in the Fall.
I looked behind me and said, “Meghan?” She looked a bit surprised and inquisitively said, “Yes”? I told her I loved her book and that I happened to be on the way to speak at a memorial service. She replied, “It must be a good omen to bump into a grief therapist on the way to a service.”
I smiled. A good omen indeed.
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