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Heck fire woman, I need

Cathy Meyer — Tue, 27 May 2008 13:05:30 -0400

Heck fire woman, I need details!

yep- signs are everywhere.

Guest — Fri, 23 May 2008 20:41:59 -0400

yep- signs are everywhere. It's up to us to choose to see them. CM

Signs of Change

Wanda Woodard — Fri, 23 May 2008 11:36:24 -0400

Thank you all for your comments. As Dylan says, "..the times they are a-changin..."

Fear Is Powerful

Guest — Thu, 22 May 2008 22:51:54 -0400

It is amazing how many opportunities walk away because of fear, or other people influencing our lives. It takes great courage to reach out and grab the happiness we deserve. Often, when you've been through what many of us have been through - we are afraid to take a step, afraid to let someone in, afraid to love, and afraid to reach for our potential. Good for you for having the courage to pay attention to the signs.

i got chills when the door blew open!

bargee — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:48:26 -0400

may the wind always be at your back. good luck!

yay!!

Faith Eggers — Thu, 22 May 2008 12:21:10 -0400

Oh Wanda, I'm so excited for you!! How wonderful! Best of luck. Faith

Do You Believe In Signs?

Wanda Woodard — Thu, 22 May 2008 12:07:18 -0400

Do you believe in "signs"? This is not a rhetorical question. Do you? Remember in Sleepless in Seattle when Meg Ryan said she didn't believe and then the vintage dress tore in the attic with her mother, and she said, "It's a sign."

I believe in them. And isn't that really why most of ask these type questions — so we can tell you what we think and then give you an example? (Smile)

My mother died in October of 2000. It's easy to remember the chain of events that happened the fall before and the fall after. On September 29, 1999, I was driving my Isuzu Trooper into the city of Anchorage, Alaska, for the very first time in my life. And the fall after my mother died, 9/11 happened.

About a month after she'd passed and in early November of 2000, I was sitting in my house in Alaska feeling alone, cold, and depressed. Stinky was spending most of his time up on the North Slope working in the oil industry, and that particular afternoon, the children were sleeping. I put in an old VHS (ah, remember those?) of the movie Ghost.

What's important here is that my mother went to the movie theater twice in her lifetime: once to see The Way We Were and second to see ET (I took her). She was not a movie or television fan. She read books, and lots of them. However, she'd bought this movie for me for some reason. She came home with it and gave it to me as a gift. She said, "I thought you'd like this." Odd.

That afternoon in Alaska, I decided that I needed to watch this movie, so I pulled out a big comforter and hit play.

At one point in the movie, Demi Moore sees Patrick Swayze for the first time since he was murdered, and at that very moment, in my own "life's" movie, my door flew wide open and a rush of leaves blew in. It was simply magical.