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Signs of Spirit
Signs of Spirit
In 2005, we became aware that even though spirit is invisible to the eye, it’s characteristics can be observed in ourselves and others.
Signs of Spirit are evidence of the existence of the unseen spirit. They are characteristics that can be observed in ourselves and others. Once known and recognized as coming from spirit, we can choose to activate and cultivate them in ourselves, thus living as spirits in daily life.
We call these characteristics “signs of spirit” because they demonstrate the presence of spirit, just as a heartbeat and breathing our “signs of life” for the body.
We have been writing first-person short stories about our experiences observiing signs of spirit in ourselves and others and also about how we intentionally use these spirit abiities in our daily lives.
Our intent in sharing these stories is to make it more kown in the world that spirit exists and exists in each and every human being in addition to all of Life. Perhaps our stories will inspire you to find these signs of spirit in yourself and others.
Just ust over two years ago I came to live with Larry’s family in California, about an hour’s drive north of San Francisco. I had been born and raised in California until we moved to Florida in 2001, so it was coming home.
Even though Larry and I have been together for 32 years, I had never spent time with his family except for holiday gatherings. Now I was moving into his family home with his 87-year-old mother and two siblings, a brother and a sister. They had all been living in this house together for some years. I was the newcomer.
Larry had come to live there instead of with me after he fell out of a tree and broke his back and right leg. It just made sense for me to stay with the house in Florida and for him to go stay with his family while he recovered. His last words to me as he left our home in Florida were, “I’ll be back when I can walk.”
For many years I had wanted a Champion Juicer. The $ 300-$400 price tag had made me think twice about buying it. Though it was an excellent juicer, I considered that my money was better spent elsewhere. So I spent my money elsewhere, many times, but I never did give up on the idea of having one, and the wonderful fruit and vegetable juices that could come from this juicer.
Last week, the first week in December 2019 Debra and I drove our Prius way up north in California, near Mt Shasta. Debra was helping a friend E with her website to update and organize it.
One evening E fixed us all some wonderful fresh juice made from celery and ginger and apples along with some greens and a few other things. It was outstanding!
Once again, I desired a Champion Juicer, to make such lifely* beverages for us to enjoy.
At this time in my life, I am at a point where I am completing the “adult” phase of my life and entering my “senior” years. I prefer to call them my “wise woman” years because for me it’s all about living from my accumulated wisdom and creating a new life based on what I know to be true and not just conforming to society.
One of my tasks at this time is to go through boxes of papers I have collected and saved over the years—magazine articles and notes for projects I have wanted to do and things I’ve wanted to write or otherwise create—things I was keeping “for later”. Some go back thirty or forty years. Some of these papers went to the trash because they were no longer relevant, but I was delighted to find others that were exactly what I needed right now.
My wife Debra and I were driving home from Gainesville, Florida after celebrating the anniversary of our nineteenth year together.
We had had a wonderful time exploring Gainesville, which was new to us. We saw lots of butterflies and went to visit the University of Florida bat house. It was quite a spectacle to see thousands of bats fly out of their house at dusk to go about their work of eating mosquitoes.
We had just finished a very extensive tour of a butterfly farm. We had been quite interested and had enjoyed the two-plus hour tour, despite the 100-degree heat. We love butterflies and were enjoying learning more about how they live and grow.
Driving home, we were quite relieved to get back in our cool air-conditioned car.
The weather was starting to cloud up again, as it often does in the summer here, and I mentioned to Debra that I was glad it was going to rain soon, to help cool things off again. She agreed.
After driving only about five minutes, we went over some railroad tracks that jarred the car. Right away I felt a blast of hot air. Debra looked around and said, “The back window just fell open!”
It was the summer of 1964, and I had a problem.
At the time, my body was ten years old. The problem I had was that the light bulb in my fish tank had burned out.
This may not seem like much of a problem to an adult, but to me, as a child, it was huge. I was saving my silver quarters and nickels and even copper pennies to buy a small transistor radio. It cost $11.42. Since I had eight dollars I was getting close to being able to purchase the radio.
A new aquarium light cost $1.79. This would set me back about a month. A month can seem like forever, and it did to me.
It’s Valentine’s Day in the year 1994–a day for romantics and lovers to be together. However, my wife Debra and I had a problem.
She was working in Sacramento doing a photo shoot for a catalog copywriting job she had. It was supposed to be for two days and she would be home for Valentine’s Day. But it ran overtime and she had to stay in Sacramento for Valentine’s Day and the day after.
Debra had not told me where she was staying or working. I had no address or telephone number, and this was in the days before she had a cell phone.
It was Valentine’s Day, 14 February 1993.
My wife of three years, Debra, had her heart set on going to a particular restaurant in San Francisco called The Liberty Cafe. She had read about their chicken potpie in a cooking magazine and wanted to try it. Since I love chicken potpie, I thought this was a fine idea. They did not take reservations, but we decided to make the hour’s drive into San Francisco and see if we could get a table anyway.
As we neared the restaurant, we saw a large crowd of people sitting and milling about, obviously waiting for tables.
There was a time when I was living in California when I had no money and needed some work. My body was very ill and I did not have the strength to keep my own creative work going and producing income, but I could do some part-time work that was not too strenuous or demanding.
I made a decision that I wanted some work that met these criteria:
- it had to be close to my house and preferably work I could do at home
- it had to pay at least $20 an hour
- it had to have flexible hours
- it had to be something I could actually do–I was open to learning a new skill, but it had to be something I had some aptitude for and interest in.
I had really given up on doing anything that would forward my own career in any way–I just needed some money and was willing to do whatever I could to help someone else with their business.
When I was growing up, my parents had a great interest in astrology. Not the horoscope column in the newspaper, but real, ancient, honest-to-goodness astrology that is based on the place one is born and the exact minute of one’s birth. They studied astrology quite intensively when I was around eight years old, and consequently I read astrological glyphs as easily as I read the alphabet, and can read a birth chart like a book. So astrology is about as fundamental to my orientation to the world as anything else I’ve ever learned.
I had been called to work for a day in New Jersey, so my husband Larry and I decided to drive from Florida and take a tax-deductible vacation instead of having me fly to New Jersey alone. We love taking long road trips because we never know what adventures might unfold.
We planned the trip to New Jersey, but on the way home decided to just drive down the coast of the eastern seaboard–a place neither of us had ever been in this lifetime. I had a very clear picture in my mind of stopping in a quaint seaside village with little shops and restaurants and bed and breakfasts (B&Bs), but I didn’t know where that village was.
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