My training is in science, but I believe in signs.
I watch for them. I wait for them. I pray for them.
When we toured colleges with my daughter,
I wondered how we would know which one was right for her.
I liked all the places we went, but which one was the one?
In the last building on the tour of a college was a huge lobby with two giant pots of blooming Bird of Paradise plants.
That was it for me. Of course my sign would be a flower.
That is a plant with a long history with my family.
When I was seven, my family lived in Santa Monica for a time. The courtyard of our apartment building had Birds of Paradise. I was fascinated by them.
My dad’s mom had a huge pot of Birds of Paradise in her carport. I get my “flowerness” from both sides of my family tree.
I have a Strelitzia reginae. It has never bloomed. Maybe it will now.
Will that be a sign, too?
Maybe it will just be in the right conditions to finally bloom,
like my daughter.