I Can Orchestrate My Own Magical Divine Validation Daily, but… by Pamela Francis

The Black Friday of dentistry has arrived — yes, Halloween, and signs of spiders, black cats with arched backs, and witches on broomsticks have proliferated around our town. It’s all in good fun and no amount of warnings about cavities, tainted candy and razor blades in apples (hey, I grew up in the South Bronx, ok?) can keep this popular holiday down.

I don’t do Halloween all that much. I truly dislike the focus on sugar and chocolate for kids, and I have to admit I’ve always found this time of year, and what it means to me, to be a downer. It will get dark earlier. It will be cold soon. The sun won’t make as much of a robust appearance as I’m used to for a few months starting now. Cue the upside down smile.

Fortunately I have boys and they don’t seem to mind or even notice really the change in mood that Scorpio season signals. Maybe it’s a girl thing, but before Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) became a household phrase rivaling and surpassing PMS, I long since knew my emotions were being adversely affected by the end of Daylight Saving Time in the northeast United States. I moved to California because I wanted SUN. All the time. All year. Every season. And there in California was where I learned: just like you picked up and moved 3,000 miles away in search of the perfect weather pattern for YOUR personality, so you can do with any aspect of your life. Superstition was replaced by supernatural as I burgeoned into a woman who intuited that she could create her own magical divine validation on a daily basis. Like, I don’t need a rainbow arcing across the skyline after a momentous meeting in Hollywood to let me know the contract I’m about to sign is going to turn out well for me. It doesn’t take a butterfly landing on my toe to let me know there’s good reason for hope in a challenging situation. Today I have affirmations and intentions; meditation and secrets of feng shui to ensure my world spins on its axis at just the properly calibrated speed I’d like. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

But still… there’s something about a hummingbird sighting that never fails to take my breath away.  Especially when I’m mired in uncertainty, or longing for some change I can’t quite seem to “manifest” on my own. In those times it’s clear to me that there is an undeniable degree of comfort in having serendipitous occurrences — miracles — happen in my life. The kind that no amount of staging, jockeying or toiling (yes, witches), can touch.  Bring on the rainbows. Bring on the hummingbirds. Bring on the butterflies.  Because even though I can orchestrate my own magical divine inspiration daily, who really wants to?

Tags: #miracles, #SAD, #superstition, faith, Halloween