
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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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
R♥
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.
Lezlie
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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.
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~
or let it find you. Sharon I loved this so much.
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.