I’ve always felt rather intuitive. I either fall in love hard and fast with something, or it never grabs my attention. Like most people, I can get a sense of someone when I first meet them. Very few people or things truly surprise me anymore, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s because I’ve seen them coming all along.
As I type this I assume that the majority of people who read this won’t be able to truly understand or empathize with what I’m talking about. My own husband even doubts me, but I figured I might as well start documenting the recent events that I remember so as not to forget and add to the collection the hundreds that have happened in the past & were never filed away.
I’ll start with the most recent:
Last night, while reading a book, I looked up and KNEW that my father-in-law who at that moment was overhead in a plane headed to Italy would arrive without his luggage. The thought came, I pondered it for a moment, then went back to my novel. This morning, My mother-in-law called me from Florence to say that they had arrived safely, but that her husband’s luggage was lost.
On Tuesday, I sat at my laptop after dropping my daughter off, and just felt this extremely positive energy wrapping around me. I KNEW I would be receiving a great email before the day was over. I also knew it would have to do with my writing. My 3:00, the email arrived, from someone I had not even queried. In fact I had never spoken to this person before. Yet, I was able to smile & trust the events that were unfolding.
Do I sound crazy, yet?
How about this one: A few months ago I had a dream of Broadway actors assembling in a church before they went on stage. The church was not the typical romanesque or gothic setting. It appeared more like a city building. The doors were clear, the altar was white. Two weeks go, My cousin took me to a restaurant in NYC. While walking there I stopped and stared at the building to my right. It looked EXACTLY like the one from my dream. I looked up and saw a comedy and tragedy image flying on a flag. It was a chapel for actor’s. It was the chapel I had dreamt of. I had never seen it before in my life. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. (I would love a chapel for writers…) This is not the first time that I dreamt of a place I had never been and then stumbled upon it, in fact, it happens all the time. A few months ago, I even had the same dream as my daughter on the same night!
Explain that one, because I can’t.