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On this blog: All words (other than identified quotations) © Sharon Nesbit-Davis, 2009-12, All rights reserved. *********************************** I am a blog writer at two sites: Rockford Register Star: Arts4All AND The Red Tent: The Movie ********************************** You can find me on Facebook: "The Mime Writes" Logo Design by Dianaani ********************************** I work as the Education & Community Engagement Director of a Regional Arts Council which means I beg "the deciders" to fund and support the arts for everyone, not just the rich. *********************************** I am also a mime. For those that hate mimes, I understand. But you'll never find me annoying people on the street, unless I'm living there. I'm a "concert mime" ...which means you have to buy a ticket. *********************************** I've been married to my one and only since 1976. Still happy. Still in love. Two kids, six grandkids. In college I became a Baha'i (a world religion whose main theme is unity). It keeps me relatively sane in a world gone mad.

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JANUARY 22, 2012 5:58PM

Signs

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A few months ago I was at a week-long women writer’s retreat. At our first session, we were to pull something out of a basket and let it inspire a ten minute free write. This made me nervous. Creativity is one of my strengths, but sometimes it escapes when I make demands. Most of the women searched and selected. If I did that I would take too long considering possibilities and later regret I didn’t choose something else. 

 

When the basket came to me I grabbed without looking. It was a deck of jumbo playing cards. I didn’t laugh out loud because people were busy writing, but this was so perfect I wanted to squeal. 

 

In my cell phone my parents’ phone number is still there. The picture icon is a deck of cards.  I tried to delete their phone number once, but the phone asked me a question. “Delete number?”  

 

Sometimes I think about calling it.  But if someone answered I’d have to explain why I called and sound crazy, or lie and say “Sorry, wrong number”.  My parents hated lies regardless of the reason. If I hung up, the person might call back and I would hear my parent’s ringtone, and see the deck of cards flash on the phone screen, and for one second I might believe it was them.

 

That first year they kept coming into my dreams. They uncovered memories and showed me things they hadn't told me, but now know as if they had. On the morning of the first anniversary of my mother’s death, she woke me up.  “Sharon! It’s time to write your stories.”

 

Three years later I was in a place reminiscent of family camping adventures, working at becoming a writer. I thought about them that morning and knew I wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t died. Picking that deck of cards an hour later told me they were okay with that.  

 

 

 

 

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Below is the link to Judy Bridges, (writer and mentor) author of "Shut Up & Write", who facilitates amazing writer workshops and retreats. If you ever have a chance to go to one, do. Or buy her book. Or both. 

 

http://redbirdstudio.com/

 

 

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just a little musing on a Sunday afternoon, sitting at Starbucks because my house is too noisy to write and I need to write today.
My mother sent me a sign shortly after her death. I believe this, and it surprised me because I wasn't a believer and am still verrrrrry skeptical. She had always done the taxes for my dad's law clients. It was her little seasonal business. The first tax time after her death I made a really dumb mistake selecting the tax amount I owed from the tables. Going back and realizing my mistake I went back to the tables and found the correct amount it was the same amount I'd written down earlier, only I had taken it from a different column and written it down wrong the first time. Thanks again, Mom.
My son's number still on my phones, my mom's still on my cell. It is too hard to delete them like you are really letting them go. I love your mother came to you...
Spirit nudges,
cajoles, and pushes us
just right
every time.

A Perfect "deal"!
With love, and a rate...
(Who would actually LOOK before picking? THAT's weird!) :} rrr
I'm glad you wrote, Sharon. I admire your acknowledging and honoring your parents and your reading them in signs. I believe in signs.
R♥
Wonderful writing I so relate to. Amazing what can inspire us to write.

I wrote more prolifically when my parents were here. Now I wait and long for some spiritual guidance to inspire me. Maybe I look too hard because I feel so desperate for contact.

But in time I think it will come and I hope you'll continue to find inspiration.
Wow. A sign for sure.
That's a sign I would certainly believe in. I'm glad your mom decided to pay a visit.

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Chicken Maaaaaan-I have a feeling your mom feels the need to keep an eye on you.

Muse-love the spirit nudges. What's even better are spirit tickles.

LL2-I just wish they didn't give the number to someone else. I'd love to call it and hear my dad's voice. He hated answering machines and you could hear it in his crisp, no nonsense sentences.

Fusan-thank you for reading...and believing

Linda-so fortunate your parents inspired you when they were here to see the results. I think they'll come when you need them.

triology-yes, for sure. Thanks for stopping by.

Lezlie-thanks. So do I. BTW-my husband was in Atlanta over the week end and is just now getting on a delayed flight. He told me about your storms, but I already knew ;-)

Algis-you are amazing. Thank you.
What a wonderful post and what great writing. I have never had anyone come to me in a dream, but that's probably just as well. :) ~r
Thanks, Joanie. Ha! There are some people I wouldn't want as visitors either.
Beautiful writing.
Touched me deeply.
I’ve not deleted my mother’s number either.
I get the urge to call it too.
Sadly I’ve not had any dreams or signs but I’m hopeful.
~R~
I love this. Yes a definite sign. Oh, and I can't bring myself to delete my dad's number and it's been 7 years.
Lean, and clean wonderful writing with a powerful message. Love in all forms is out there you just have to find it......
or let it find you. Sharon I loved this so much.
I got signs a little bit from my dad and my boyfriend after they died. I think they are fading a bit until I think of them and then they come back. Powerful stuff here. Thanks.
Great writing, sharon, and the story has a wonderful beginning, middle and an end that's wrapped up with a bow. I'll remember this the next time I see a deck of cards. :)
No doubt in my mind this was a message from your parents. I've had so many of these things happen myself but here's a quick one that happened to my daughter. She was close to her "Grampy" who died about 5 years ago. One day while she was visiting her boyfriend's family, she was thinking about him, missing him badly and asked him for some kind of a sign. She hadn't worn a coat; it was cold and his stepdad gave her a jacket to wear home. She put it on, stuck her hands in the pockets, and felt a piece of paper. She pulled it out, thinking it was something he'd need and glanced at it as she handed it to him. It was a scrap of paper with a name written on it - Dan Noble. That was her grandfather's name. She started jumping up and down and crying; it was just too much of a coincidence to be anything else but a sign. No one can tell her or me differently.
M.C.S.-Good to know I'm not the only one...there seem to be many of us...
Unbreakable-i'm guessing I'll never delete them either
Bernadine-you are so right...love IS out there
Zanelle-I've felt the fading too, but like you say, they come back when asked
candace-i like knowing you'll think of them when you see a deck of cards.
margaret-what a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing it, and if you ever do a post on "signs" let me know.
The number in the cellphone–the 21st c equivalent of a locket with their picture in it. Sometimes when scrolling through the M's, there's her name, and I think momentarily of calling to see if she might pick up from somewhere in the cosmos. Could happen. Which is why I keep her there. :-) Sweet piece, Mime.
greenheron-hmmm...I remember my grandmother's locket. thanks for stopping by.
This was so moving. I really do believe in these signs.
Totoally glad your mom decided to pay a visit.