How often do we miss a blessing because we only see it as a curse? Are we afraid to recognize them for what they are? How often do we miss reading the omens scattered like autumn leaves along our walking path because they simply look like wet rotting lifeless mulch in need of a good raking? They smell of death, not life! Some of them.....the strong ones stick to your shoes and trail along, persistently holding on. Those messy buggers.
All the while, we keep thinking "Gotta keep the walking path pristine..........leaves are just messy and mean nothing." We have tucked away our ability to use our intuitiveness.....the essence of how we read the world around us because we want life to be pristinely predictable.
Omens and cursed blessings mark change....change in our messiness we label "life unfolding," .... a letting go of the past, and a bridge to the future. They stir up our feelings and make us feel uncomfortable in our own skin. It's like we don't know ourselves because blessings and omens bump us from the outside and make us look inside. However, if we use our intuitiveness tool to journey into the clay of others who have been here before us, perhaps we will find that our lives are simply a thread of an eternal wise soul where answers and maps are found.