Pineapples

PINEAPPLES.

Maybe they were always there, all around me, and I just didn’t notice them. Or, maybe it’s something else entirely.

I’ve recently finished a manuscript that I’ve been working on for the past two years. It’s made me a regular at the coffee shop in town and kept me up at night, pondering plot lines. It’s been a fun one to write and I’m excited for the editing process, set to happen over the next several months.

The elevator pitch?

A young boy gets caught up in the 1920s Chicago crime ring, but finds its no match for the Kansas skies during the Dust Bowl.

So where do the pineapples come in?

They wrap up the third section of the three-part divided book in a symbolic way. Not long after I placed this into the storyline, I started seeing them. EVERYWHERE.

While on the treadmill, the sign outside of the gym was advertising pineapples for sale. While shopping at a couple of stores, they were hanging up, standing on tables and adorning mirrors. Even while walking my dog, when she stopped to sniff out something in the bushes (no, it wasn’t a pineapple), I glanced up to find pineapple patterns on the patio furniture in the yard.

Yes, it’s possible they are everywhere because summer things are on clearance. But, I believe the universe (aka GOD to me), places symbols of encouragement on our paths to keep us going. To reassure us we’re on the right road. It’s the pulse of the world…the heartbeat drum according to some Native American beliefs.

So look for your signs.

What is the world trying to tell you? What path are you embarking upon that you’re unsure of and want to seek guidance on?

Open yourself up to the possibility that the answers are out there if you’re open-minded and wide-eyed. Because if you can believe it, you can achieve it.