Today is the first day it feels relatively normal. My daughter started school Thursday, then Hurricane Irene started coming toward us. Normalcy took a back seat. I had some supplies, but not enough, so ran around scurrying like a squirrel. Friday spent the day making ice and frying my brain dumping potted plants that had fought drought and didn't fare so well. I tried, but most of August was over 90 degrees, we usually get a break, by then. We did not. Then it was move the patio furniture and other fun endeavors. Saturday and Sunday were all about Irene; she actually arrived Friday night while I was attempting to finish an art class I had taken. The class was called, "Mix it Up" by JoAnnA Pierotti.

I look at my art now and see I really mixed it up; it is too busy.  Everything I attempted did not work out as planned. I tried iron on fabric; the iron was too hot for the fabric and melted it. I tried another photo...didn't like it. Usually I don't have problems using the iron ons, but I wasin a hurry. Irene had shown up and I feared losing the power, I wanted to finish, take photos and upload them. I have always said, I would share the good, the bad and the ugly. I think she reflects the fortune teller in me. No, I'm not psychic, but I have had some moments.  They are odd moments and at random, but some are profound. I will share with you and then I hope you will share with me. C'mon it is only fair and if you don't have anything to share, share about someone else you know who had a moment.

I predicted an accident. It was a gorgeous blue sky day in  September, around my Mom's birthday, which is the last day of summer. A huge agricultural fair was nearby for a three day weekend, "The Common Ground Fair".  She wanted to go; my hubby had plans with his Dad. It would be Mom, my two kids and me.  Everyone was ready to go, except Mom. I decided to walk the kids to the shore, to treasure hunt for a bit, see if anyone was catching anything, and let the kids play.  My daughter n' Mom share this gene, their hair must be perfect, before they can leave the house. I have Indian like hair, straight and black.  Once in awhile I will get a perm and it will turn a chestnut color. My hair has a mind of it's own. We are walking back from the shore and half way I get this terrible pain in my head. It feels like a migraine; I end up struggling to make it to the house, which is only now less than a 1/4 mile away.  We stop at my cousins; they are outside swinging. She asks me what is wrong...I told her, I felt sick. She said, she would watch my kids and bring them over in a bit. I went across the street, sat on the porch and watched the kids play. I felt worse. My Mom came down stairs and said, what is wrong. I was crying at this point. I said, "we can't go..."
  "Why because you are in pain, have you taken anything for it?"
    I blurted out, "No, there is going to be a head on collision".
    She looked at me funny, but she has also had some odd moments and decided not to probe.
    "Fine, but we need a back up plan, the kids aren't going to be happy".
     "maybe I will be better, give me a few minutes" no luck, it didn't go away.
      "Here is money for pizza n' movies" I moaned.

She grabbed the kids from next door and off they went. A wave of guilt washed over me, but I couldn't let go of this feeling. When they returned my headache was gone. My son told his sister, "that fair is for hippies, no rides, no fun".
      "But I wanted to see the sweater bunny" she fussed.
      "You mean the Angora Rabbit, he is beautiful, but we will go another time."  I assured her.
We didn't though, we moved away, instead. After pizza and a movie; Mom wanted to watch the local news at 6pm.  First story was fires burning somewhere and then a head on collision out in Liberty. A van full of people collided with a logging truck. They were in route for the, Common Ground Fair. He even told what time they were headed out there. It was strange, it would of aligned with the time we would of been in the area. Traffic was backed up for miles and their were fatalities. My Mom was staring at me and kept saying, "We would of been out there at that time".

So, any odd moments of insight?!  Do you listen to your intuitive voice?








Comments

Jules said…
I have spent most of my adult life trying to learn to listen to that voice and still I learn.

Your art if that is the picture above, speaks to me of hurricanes. The lady reminds me of the women carved on ships... talk about insight. :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
GigglesandGuns said…
Listening to that inner voice is difficult at best.
Getting others to listen is almost impossible.
The women in my family experience these things each in a different way. Mine is headaches or "real dreams."
Glad you listened to your instincts - and everyone else did as well! Maybe it's like that women's intuition thing?
I think your artwork turned out nice, rushed or not.
DEZMOND said…
do hurricanes always get female names over in US? :)
Vicki said…
Hey would love to see more of this. Hard to tell in picture. I love that you made yours mysterious. Loved the story about your intuition. You have to listen to that voice.
Kim Nelson said…
Wow Ella... you've been through it!
Stephen Tremp said…
I listen to that voice(s) far more often than I should. I try to listen to Wisdom more and more. Spontanaity has been a bitter sweet friend. I guess identifying who or what is being spoken before asking helps.
Cindy Adkins said…
Wow, Ella, I am so sorry that you were in Hurricane Irene...and I hope that you will always be able to hear your inner voice--Sometimes I think it's the angels talking to us.

XO
Cindy
Sherry Blue Sky said…
My inner voice has ALWAYS been loud and told me the truth. But it took me a long long time to learn to listen to it and there are still times when I dont, and wonder why I havent learned by now to always listen. That is an amazing story you recounted. But stuff like that happens, especially with sensitive, intuitive people like you. I am glad it was a foreboding and not something horrible like an aneurysm.

I had a friend in Tofino who was biking along with her little boy sitting on the kiddie seat behind her, when she started to feel like she was losing consciousness. She stopped, got them off the bike, sat down by the side of the road and she just had time to tell him a nice person would come along and help him before she went unconscious. Soon someone stopped to help, she was rushed out to the big city hospital - it was an aneurysm and she nearly died, but thankfully pulled through. The same woman a few years later got dumped out of a canoe in a tideswell, caught in the current and nearly drowned trying to keep afloat. It was the thought of her little boy that saved her that time. She grew so exhausted, but did finally get rescued by a passing boat.
I always listen to my inner voice, most times I'm right.
Pleased things are relatively back to normal as if Hurricane Irene was normal.

Take care.
Yvonne.
Ella said…
Yvonne-I so agree, there was nothing normal about Hurricane Irene. Between my Mom moving here,a hurricane and my daughter's schedule life has been far from normal. Today, just felt a bit normal ;D I feel bad for those who suffered, too~

Sherry-Whoah, so scary, what an amazing story! This woman has a guardian angel and possibly nine lives. Thank you for sharing~

Cindy-I like your view; Thank you~
Congrats on your magazine nod; I saw it today, so beautiful!

Stephen-mmh, sounds like your yin and yang are fighting over you! Be cautious~

Kim-You can say that again and then some ;D

Hi Vicki-If you click on Summer of Color I did add it to my flickr account. I should probably take some more photos. It was late or early and the hurricane had begun. Thundershowers and chance of losing the power caused me to hurry taking pics! I do love mysterious; how is yours coming along? Yes, we need to listen to our voice!

Dezzy-No, they have male names, too. Hurricane Don I thought would be bad ;D lol, my hubby's name~

Alex-Thank you; yes,I do think it is something like that. It is paying attention and listening to the voice that is key. My voice decided to give me head trauma. I mean prevent head trauma.

GigglesandGuns-This would be great details for a book! I have thought about going in this direction...
Glad you listen; I agree hard to get others, too. My Mom has moments, this is why she listened.

Jules-I think you are listening to your voice more n' more~ I love your take on my art ;D