Are you superstitious?

It’s Friday the 13^th, again, in 2020, with crows.

Any film buff will tell you that Friday the 13^th is not an auspicious day for college students—or women in general. There’s a whole load of horror films on the topic.

On the other hand, ask any Wiccan and they might say Friday the 13^th is actually a holy day, for a number of reasons.

And just lately, we’ve been adopted by two crows. Every time I leave the house to go for a walk, there are a pair of crows on the lawn in front. I’ve not been quick enough to capture them by photo, but they are definitely new neighbors. We didn’t have crows before, well, yesterday.

As to the day being portentous, I think of Friday the 13^th as definitely a significant day this year. Friday the 13^th, for my town, was when my local area started making huge plans to shut things down, cancel large events, and initiate some closure procedures for the anticipated COVID-19 onslaught.

Hard to believe we’ve been on quarantine/restrictive procedures for eight months now. It’s uncertain when the new normal will become tolerable.

But, back to the crows.

I remember a saying from when I was a kid. I had to look it up. The significance of crows showing up and roosting at your home has a long history. People have written poems about it. I include a graphic below. At least it isn’t only one crow. (One for sorrow.) I was pleased that there were two.

Maybe this Friday the 13^th is a bookend for a bookshelf of days that were littered with delays, fearmongering, illness, and business failures.

I’m ready for the COVID story to end. Looking forward with some hope.

Those two crows were a sign. Two crows for joy. I’ll take it, however I can.

I hope wherever you are, you’re getting ready to experience joy. I hope it lands on your roof, and enters your home.

Be blessed, all.