Signs from the angels.

Later on the night of June 23, Toots and I (and Josh) talked about signs. Toots, my spiritual advisor, emphasized how important it is to look for signs from the angels.

Toots offered the advice either before, after and/or during my “current life” regression that she guided.

More on that regression on a later date because today I saw a couple of signs.

I am a contributor to a new book, And We Write: Surviving Cancer: Let the Healing Begin, compiled by Shell Lewis. This afternoon (Saturday, February 5) was my first book reading/signing — on Staten Island at the Everything Goes Book Café, naturally.

I arrived at the charming little (but biggest) used book store on Staten Island at approximately 2:45 pm. I met Shell for the first time and couldn’t help but notice the sign looking down at me (pictured).

The reading started around 3pm. Shell made some introductory remarks, I read first, Cetin Otar read second and then Shell shared a piece of hers, “Sorry, God,” from the book.”

Shell read that the “Sorry, God” is “dedicated to all those who expressed there condolences by exclaiming, ‘God knows best’ and ‘it was God’s will.’ I have several qualms with these consolations.”

I chatted with Shell after the reading and shared how much her piece brought to mind Christopher Durang’s one-act play, Sister Mary Ignatious Explains it All For You. She hadn’t seen it nor read it. I wrote the title down for her on my business card at the exact same moment we looked at each other and exclained, “Wait a minute! We’re in a bookstore!”

So I went on a quest to the drama section of the store: three small shelves of plays, listed by author.

Did Everything Goes Book Café have any Durang? The odds of them having Durang were pretty slim. But, in fact, they had one play by Durang: the acting version of Sister Mary Ignatius Explains it All For You. I brought the copy to Shell. She purchased it.

As I journeyed home via the Staten Island ferry and subway, I read And We Write: Surviving Cancer: Let the Healing Begin. Some stories are humorous. Some stories are tear-jerking. All are inspiring. The stories that may have been the most touching, however, were stories about Shell’s mom, Clara May Lewis.

When you read the book (and I hope you do) you will feel Clara’s influence and the impact that she had on the lives of her family.

I have a feeling that she was hanging around the reading today. I wonder if anyone else saw some signs of her presence. Although I never met her, I am sure that Clara was beaming with pride.

Pictured, from left to right: Shell Lewis, Bob Johnson, Chandra Jones-Lewis & Cetin Otar. Photo by Asli Torenli.

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