{"id":2617,"date":"2010-01-28T19:45:20","date_gmt":"2010-01-29T02:45:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/?p=2617"},"modified":"2010-01-28T19:45:20","modified_gmt":"2010-01-29T02:45:20","slug":"just-call-them-signs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/2010\/01\/28\/just-call-them-signs\/","title":{"rendered":"Just Call Them Signs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>January 21, 2010<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Coincidence is God&#8217;s way of staying anonymous.&#8221; -Author Unknown<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve mentioned in past posts about the signs that I receive when the chimes in my backyard sing to me.  Signs that come on days when I least expect them, bringing comfort from out of nowhere.  Chimes that hang in a spot where gale force winds have difficulty making them ring.  Chimes that seem to pick and choose when the time is right, and try as I might, I can&#8217;t find any other reason for their song.  They sometimes ring uncontrollably when I stand beneath them, and I like to think they are signs from Cain.<\/p>\n<p>Among these signs, there are others.  I used to sing &#8220;Chain of Fools&#8221; to Cain, but instead of  singing the word &#8220;chain&#8221; I changed the words to Cain, Cain, Cain.  I have to admit, they are also the only words to this song that I know!  On a morning in December, as I was heading out the door to run errands, I realized the television had been left on.  I thought for a moment about leaving it on, then thought against it and ran back inside.  To my delight, at that very moment, Aretha Franklin was on The View singing Chain of Fools!<\/p>\n<p><div id=\"attachment_2707\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_5281.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2707\" src=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_5281-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"Cain\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2707\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_5281-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_5281-1024x682.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_5281.jpg 1073w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2707\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Photo by Kristin Adams<\/p><\/div>There was the long road trip to Best Friends.  My first road trip without Cain and so tough; the memories scattered with every passing mile.  My heart was elated when I reached the cottage late that night and even more so when I began reading the guest book journal.  That first journal entry written by a guest who had adopted a dog named Mils was all it took.  Mils had one blue eye and one brown eye.<\/p>\n<p>Cain was standing outside the studio the other night, waiting in the same spot he always did to go for a walk. His head was tilted with that &#8220;are you ready yet&#8221; look.  It was just a dream, but my first that I&#8217;ve had where I could clearly see him. Though that&#8217;s all I can remember, I was elated for this &#8220;bit&#8221; of his presence.<\/p>\n<p><div id=\"attachment_2715\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_53042.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2715\" src=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_53042-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"Cain\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2715\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_53042-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_53042-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Kaliszewski_53042.jpg 715w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2715\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Photo by Kristin Adams<\/p><\/div>Among the signs that I have received, there is one that stands our far more than the others. It has been the most compelling and came from my friend Linda, who went to see a medium in Austin a few days before Thanksgiving.  The medium, who Linda had never met, had come highly recommended and though I don&#8217;t remember what Linda was hoping to gain from the experience, I do know what I gained.  Linda left me a message later that evening and mentioned that she did not get what she was looking for out of the session, however the medium told her that a large, white dog, who had recently passed away, wanted Linda to let his mom know that he was okay!<\/p>\n<p> Call me crazy if you will.  I&#8217;ll just call them signs.:)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>January 21, 2010 &#8220;Coincidence is God&#8217;s way of staying anonymous.&#8221; -Author Unknown I&#8217;ve mentioned in past posts about the signs that I receive when the chimes in my backyard sing to me. Signs that come on days when I least &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/2010\/01\/28\/just-call-them-signs\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2617","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cain"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2617","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2617"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2617\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2617"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2617"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wishcuit.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2617"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}