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Signs

Stories of wonder and peak experiences

Reading accounts of spirit allies showing up for people may spark something in you. Sometimes, a sign is deeply impactful, a "peak experience," and other times, it's a simple reassurance of our connection. We're here for it all to share in the awe.

If you have your own, there is a place for it at the bottom of this page.

I asked the river what to do about the job. I felt foolish saying it out loud. Then a stick — long, smooth, river-worn — bumped against my shin three times. I took it home. I quit the job two days later. The stick is on my desk.

The morning after my mother died, a great horned owl I had never seen before stayed on the porch railing for almost an hour. It looked at me. It did not blink. I cried into a coffee cup until it lifted off.

When my marriage ended, I started keeping the small flat stones I found on walks. By the end of that year I had a bowl of them on the kitchen table. I didn't know why I was doing it. Now I do. Every one of them held me, a little, on a day I needed holding.

A small grey junco perched on snowy branches

The junco came to the kitchen window every morning of my father's last winter. After he died, it stopped. I told myself I was being silly. Then, on the one-year mark, it came back. Just for that morning.

I had been sober for ninety days when the deer came into the yard with her two fawns. She let me watch them nurse for ten minutes from the kitchen window, and then she looked right at me. I have not had a drink since. That was four years ago.

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