Recently, we posted a piece on 11,111, and it precipitated emails from several people. I’m always curious about how these numbers play out in other people’s lives. Various meanings have been attributes to 11s – the number of angels, spirit contact, a sign that events are going to unfold. I don’t think there’s any one interpretation. The meaning seems to be as individual as each of us is.
Here’s Melissa’s experiences in a single day that started with seeing 11:11 as she headed out her front door.
11:11 AM on my phone when checking the time on my way out the door.
I headed out of the house and while I was walking this man — he was black, tall, skinny but not sure if homeless or crazy or both, I couldn’t tell — smiled at me. So, I smiled back as you do. Then he lifted his hand making a gesture like a gun and fired it in my face. I just looked at him and he continued to smile and I walked away. He said nothing, I said nothing. He watched me because when I turned the corner I could see him in my periphery.
I got on the train and headed toward my destination, MoMa (the Museum of Modern Art) to renew my membership and see some art. I was going there specifically to see the 12:30 performance of ‘Yvonne Rainer: Early Dances 1961-1969’ but the trains were all be rerouted in weird ways, due to maintenance and construction. I swear that the particular re-routes were not on the MTA site when I checked before heading out. I was annoyed.
I basically got off a stop much farther away than I had wanted – 17 or 18 blocks, about a mile. I made it there in 15 minutes after speed-walking and having to stop at almost every crosswalk for the light, but I was able to renew my membership and snag a spot for the performance, so it worked out.
I studied Rainer’s film work in college. Her career began in minimalist dance and she incorporated film into her pieces, which eventually segued into film making. She was a frequent topic in my feminist film studies classes.
As I waited for the performance to begin, I noticed an older woman standing to my right, it was Yvonne Rainer!
This is significant to me because shortly after I graduated college, I was still living in Gainesville and Rainer came to UF’s Harn Museum for a screening of her film ‘MURDER and murder’ accompanied by a discussion and Q&A afterward. Of course, I attended and that evening, probably 18 or 19 years ago, I was seated in the back of the audience next to an older woman. At the time, I had no idea what Rainer looked like, having only seen her on the screen from the 60s and 70s, much younger. When the film ended, I exchanged pleasantries with this woman as one of my film professors gave an introduction. Then that same woman stood up and went to the podium. The woman on my right was Yvonne Rainer!
Yesterday, before the performance, we exchanged brief pleasantries once again, nothing too significant. And I should have asked for a quick photograph, but I didn’t.
And, after I shared this with you on text last night, I looked at my phone to check the time and it was 11:11 PM! Nice closure to the day.