A few days ago, as I finished up the Christmas tree, perfect white dots appeared on the wall and ceiling nearby. I’ve lived in this house for thirty years and have never seen dots.
I love polka dots. They represent the random and the upbeat. Yet they represent a sort of order, too, in their careful roundness. And so I looked for a message.
Were the dots a sign from my mother? Mom liked dots, but she wasn’t one to wear dots, and she didn’t put them in her art work very often.
Were the dots a sign from God or from the universe? If so, what’s the message to me? I couldn’t decipher one.
Did the tree send the dots? Was the tree, or the light shining through the window behind it, trying to tell me something? But what? All I know is these were dots of delight. They charmed me by shining bright white on my blue walls in the midst of a hectic week.
Speaking of dots, I wish you delightful holidays, whichever holidays you celebrate, dotted with good food and conversation and friends and family. And maybe a few presents.
May dots of delight randomly pop into your festivities!
Here’s the wiki entry on polka dots. Read up!
Friend For The Ride 
Merry Christmas to you Barbara! Enjoy good times with family and friends.
Looking forward to a New Year with fftr 🙂
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how fun!
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Wishing a a dot-full and delightful Christmas with your family!
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Interesting! Maybe they are little fairy dots watching over your Christmas tree! Have a fun Christmas!
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So cool! Are they still there? After my father-in-law died, a white dove showed up at my mother-in-law’s house and stayed for a few weeks. There seemed to be a connection.
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I have heard of doves after someone dies! Amazing. Dots are gone but I haven’t been back in the room with sunlight since. It’s been awfully gloomy in tropical Hillsborough! No sun and temps in the 70’s, as I imagine you’re having too.
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Follow the dots to a happy Christmas!
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