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Carpe Admonitus! Seize the Hints!
The hints want to be seized. That’s why we are given them.
Hints for what? For life. For the meaning of those two deep-seated questions in our psyche: Who am I? Why am I here?
I wish for each of us that we ask our own questions, recognize our own hints, explore them, and discover our answers. Don’t allow others to gather our hints, tell us what we need to do, and give answers that are not in alignment with Highest, Heart Self.
The poem below captures the process and shows how the hints abound. (If you want to hear and watch me read it, along with a few more thoughts, I did a short video on YouTube! Just put my name in the YT search.)
Hints of Divinity
(Carpe admonitus!)
When snowdrop and crocus push their heads through thin
Crusty, crunchy winter carpets, are they
Foolish or Divine, whispering
Hints of Spring?
When short-sleeve t-shirts
Flash around the neighborhood on January 25th, are they
Lunacy or Omen, acknowledging
Hints of Spring?
