We are naturally drawn to patterns and to the discovery, or construction, of meaning. When are we receptive to signs, and when do we make them into what we want? How easily signs can be misconstrued. How prone we are to erase them, like imprints on a bed. It is the nature of a sign to point to something—past, present, or future. A reminder of something long ago. A signal of a changing season. A prediction to be realized, or not. A token. A mark. A gesture. The signs we most inclined to see are those that evoke anxiety. Danger! the sign would seem to cry. Brace yourself. But there are signs also of the good, and even signs of danger prepare us to clothe ourselves with grace and patience. What are the signs you read? What are the signs you send? What signals an abundant soul amidst the tracer flare, the rubble, and the housefly’s panicked scribbling on the air?
Todd Breyfogle, Denver, Colorado