I throw salt over my shoulder when I spill it.
I am immune to black cats, having owned one myself, and I don't set much stock in the rumors swirling around the bad-luck potency of the number 13.
I believe in the power of the moon, as it moves the ocean, and we are, all of us, 90% water. How could we not be swayed?
When my nose itches I wonder who is talking about me, and who is coming to visit when my ears tingle. Or the other way around. I can never remember.
I believe in the irrefutable power of the first kiss. That flutter means something, and if it's not there, well, that means something, too.
I can tell you for sure that when a bird flies into a house, someone is going to die.
I believe in signs and symbols. I think the universe talks to me, if I can just shut up enough to listen.
Today at the coffee shop I force myself to go to at least once a week, right after I hit "send" on an application for a job that I really, really want, this ladybug landed on my coffee.
S/he circled the rim, playing hide and seek as I tried to snap a photo. When I finally got this picture, s/he fluttered down to rest on my sweater and got cozy until I stood up to leave, when I finally placed him/her on the table.
I believe in ladybugs.
Do you?
Yes! That was so beautiful. Good luck with the job!
ReplyDeleteThanks! It's a 1-in-a-million shot, but it's a good one!
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