Ahhhh, the signs of spring are starting to arrive – noticed by a sign seeker, who often finds herself making deals with the universe: give me one more reason, one more sign. This is possibly just proof of her inability to live in the moment or perhaps her own little way of igniting a flame hope.
On May 14, 2000, my daughter Marina, who passed away in 2008, was born. It was the most beautiful morning we had ever seen. In fact, a picture of the sky with colours of blue and pink, that we had viewed from the hospital room, landed on the front page of the newspaper with the title, “Morning Has Broken.” That year May the fourteenth was Mother’s Day and also my (former) wedding anniversary. On May 14, 2013, Marina would have been thirteen years old. It was also the day my grandmother, Mildred Hutzal (or as we called her, Big Baba – and yes I want to be called Big Baba one day too) passed away.
As a sign seeker, I knew in my heart that this was God’s way of telling us that Baba and Marina were together, both now in the arms of the angels. My other daughter and I visited Marina’s gravesite that day, and as we cried, a few light raindrops fell from a clear blue sky, a sign, we believed, that our angels were telling us they were with us and sharing our tears.
Perhaps those days we don’t see signs are when we don’t take the time to notice.
There’s a proverb that says: “No matter how long the winter is, spring is sure to follow.” Eventually, the signs of spring will come, but you will not notice if you don’t look for them. I believe too that if you look, eventually the signs you seek in your life will also come.
From The Seven Seeds