BLESSIGNS, REDUX

You know how you can look at a page, and there's the faintest little nuggle that something is NOT QUITE RIGHT?   I guess I've proofread for so long, the misses just glare out at me---I can telll from here that there are three l's in that TELL.  Or hidden in a milllion of very fine print.   Several years ago, there was one such little typo on a Holiday letter that just caught my eye, and my heart.    A blogger signed off with "BLESSIGNS," and it so struck me that it's not wrong, and so apropos to the subject that they must be a REAL THING---at least while I spell the word like that.    So, for this Spring morning, with all that NEW and FRESH and WONDERFUL out there, and to come---I wish everybody BLESSIGNS.    

 I like that. We just oughta recognize more of those signs than we do, I think. It could be a color, or a breeze, or a beautiful sunrise, a line we read or hear, or even a rainy day that hinders something we meant to do, but what we do instead is ever so much more meaningful---and we usually don’t even know it. It might even be a person whom we don't even consider important or interesting or worth our time, but there could be a wonderful gift awaiting the taking.

I’m going to start really looking out for BLESSIGNS---they must be everywhere, if I’d just raise my eyes from the dishpan or the monitor or the little day-to-days that are waiting, same as always, day after day.

They’re out there. And in here. I just have to be more aware and more interested and alert, and there they’ll be. I don’t think it was accidental that I saw that odd little word on on that next-to-last day of that whole year of '08, and I've really kept watch since.

Dear Bob Ross was a genius in his field, and in Life, as well.   "There are no mistakes, just Happy Accidents."

Happy Accidents and many BLESSIGNS to YOU!!   Keep a lookout.