When I was growing up (and then some), I was always on the look-out for omens. Seeing a particular kind of bird, being struck with the way autumn light looked on a wall, finding money on the sidewalk – you name it, I thought it might mean more than it seemed.
I thought I’d completely outgrown this. However, I was recently mending a pair of hiking pants, sewing back on an errant button. Then I saw the message: “Face The North.” Oh my goodness, I thought of realigning with my true self, finding the pole star of my life, regaining true purpose and strength. There was great truth being communicated to yours truly by a simple button.
Then I noticed the label on the pants: The North Face. Dang! It wasn’t a message at all; just me reading a noun as a verb.
But it was great while it lasted!
