Blessings From the Sky

When I first moved to NY, I didn’t know that waiting at cross roads under stoplights populated with pigeons meant you just might get pooped on.  Sorry, I didn’t know how else to write that?  Droppings might fall from the sky and otherwise land in your hair or on your t-shirt?

You get the drift.

I think I experienced these “surprises from the sky” at least twice, maybe even three times before I wised up and stood a few feet back from the edge of the street.  (Sometimes I’m a slow learner.)

Hubster walked the dog with me this morning and he, too was blessed by something from above.  Cute little swallows don’t eat much, do they?  haha

Talk about blessings…

I was told that it’s good luck to (should I say it again?) “find an unpleasant mess in your hair or on your t-shirt”.  Who came up with that?  It even happened to me on the playground in Elementary.  I tell you, that was embarrassing.  But isn’t EVERYTHING at that age?  I remember trying to clean out my hair in the bathroom during recess before I had to go back into class.  Those stiff brown paper towls and water from the sink just didn’t cut it.

Why is it that when something falls from the sky, it’s said to be good luck?

Did you also know that it’s apparently REALLY good luck, like in the form of a financial windfall, if it rains on your wedding day?  Well – it did on ours.  See our lovely friends and family waiting it out with their cute umbrellas?  This is after the wind died down a bit.

Because let me tell you – it blew and it howled and it poured.  That’s life on the prairie for ya…  Gives a good storm now and then.  It also gives you amazing views!

Then the sun came out and the horses rolled in the mud (my boy, Valero, and his grey buddy, Beau – but you wouldn’t guess that with all the mud on his back).  The birds were singing just like in the fairy tales, and we said “I do.”

Surrounded by colorful umbrellas still popped open to protect from random droplets out of the trees.

Take a look at this beautiful mama tree.  She’s my favorite.   She’s big, old, and reaching her branches out over all of our friends, just spreading her love like a grand mama hug.

It’s interesting – these little tales of luck all falling from the sky.  Whether it’s the birds dropping “surprises”, the clouds bursting forth with rain, a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, or God above watching over and making sure all is right with us (even when it seems as if it’s not).

Everything is good.

Great, even.

And with that, I feel blessed. 

When Old Becomes

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   Christine Hodges says:

   October 16, 2011 at 11:51 am