I am in love with the word 'spot.' I have named a dog 'spot,' and now have a cat named 'freckles,' for the very same reason -- a spot on his nose. And logging into the blog tonight the address reached out and touched me. There is a spot in that name as well.
So, I have to ask, what is it with recurring things in life? You know the ones. Those times when you are thinking of someone and he/she calls you right then. Those times when you know (just know) that you have seen something before and spoken the same words before. And, particularly, those time when you stand on the precipice of the present and know (just know) something is about to happen.
Those are the kind of spots in my life. And it does no good to say, as Lady MacBeth did...'out, out, damn spot.' The spots don't listen. The spots are eternal, stubborn and alternately cruel and benevolent.
May the spots be with you....