My psychic blog…

My posts are often a simple writing meditation that flows from my fingertips without really any conscious thought, except fixing typos and grammar. When this happens, I often find what I’m writing about has meaning before its time. For example, my Lumps in the Sand post was followed the next day by my sister telling me she made a kitty litter birthday cake for her son.  Don’t worry it just looked gross, it tasted fine. My kids wouldn’t eat it though. I found that kind of funny. The connection between my writing and her concoction made us smile.

I thought it would be fun to test the theory of my supernatural powers to glimpse into the future versus odd coincidence, if there is such a thing. Here goes my words dripping from within:

I’m not little any more. There is definately a side of me that grows tall when I’m around people who make me feel good and want to share special moments. There is no defining reason for this and I’m not particularly clever at making things up so I’m as natural as I can be and bam! someone wants to talk about that, about anything, about everything. Where in the world do I go from here?

 Tonight sounds promising…do check back.

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About writesome

I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome

2 responses to “My psychic blog…

  • kimber

    I like to call things “God-incidence” rather than co-incidence. My brother and I have had on more than one occassion the same thing happen as you did with your sister. The most memorable was the time I wrote a poem about pearls…he was doing art that represented the poem perfectly…neither of us knew until months later when I went into his house and saw his art hanging on the wall. Very cool to be in relationship with others…even when living miles apart.

  • writesome

    I find the most rewarding part of sharing my thoughts and feelings is when I truly just “let if flow” and then stand on shore and listen. Thanks for sharing your God-incidence. I’d love to read the poem sometime and see the artwork!

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