I’m not one bit religious and don’t look for signs much in everyday life. But sometimes you get a little jolt and I thought this one had to be shared and multiplied:
I was sitting in my chair relaxing the other day, contemplating my paintings, the give-away and a new doodle post, a little IG challenge this week, and a particularly poor attempt at drawing a 3 cm kestrel, when I happened to look to my side where my knick knacks from last week were shoved onto a shelf. And I see this:
In the shop I’d hardly looked (no glasses) at the blank notebook chosen at random apart from the checked pages, so at first I thought “whose book is that?” – until I realized which one it was.
We’ve had a rather strained relationship with Hope the past few months, so the message hit home.