Tiny Signs

There are times when the immediacy of my connection with my gods freaks me out.

I am babysitting E today, and we went for a stroll about the neighborhood. I was looking at houses for sale in the area, and wondering aloud to Odin if I would ever own a house, how we would afford a house, etc.  because home ownership appears to be directly at odds with my current goals of financial and geographic freedom. So I asked Him for a sign that would point me in the right direction, promised to keep my eyes open, and E and I headed back home for E’s nap.

During said nap, I opened up Netflix and, without any searching, stumbled upon the documentary Tiny.

tiny house

Sign noted, Sir. Sign noted.

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