st jude

So I was walking through Kroger doing my grocery shopping yesterday morning and looked to my right and was in the Hispanic section. I bent down to see which labeled candles they had in stock – it seems to rotate – and saw St Jude. My mind went ping! It’s like I told Preston when he got home, my metaphysics moves in mysterious ways. If something jumps out at me and says, “hey look!” then it’s something I’m supposed to do. This has never let me down.

I tweeted this yesterday, “I just lit a candle to St Jude.” It raised quite a few eyebrows.

But it has to mean something that I saw the candle at the store and just happened to remember that St Jude is the patron saint of lost causes, right?


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.