It was my mom who started noticing signs after my grandpa died. The time on the clock reading his birthday. The scent of him passing through on the breeze, like a hug you smelled instead of felt. She shared these things, almost shyly, with my aunt and me. They were precious talismans; there was a fierceness in her reticence, a stern look warning that we must not laugh. A fear, I suppose, that we would dismiss or diminish what she experienced. An uncertainty of whether or not she truly wanted to share something so personal. She didn’t want it to become a game, to be trivialized.
Thank you for sharing this, Callie. I too believe that everyone is here, somehow and in ways we cannot comprehend. We’re in the soup of life and it’s all miraculous. You don’t have to understand it or explain it to know that it just Is.
Thanks Callie for allowing me to touch passed loved ones and entertainment that those since past may possibly be present. I so want to find a healthy way to have a relationship with so many loved ones including my dog Lucinda that have moved on or possibly found new forms in the universe. My sisters touchstone is 11:11 where whenever she would come across this sequence she would kiss her knee. I do this also now as it makes me smile and connect with my wonderfully irreverent sister. Snowfall is a trigger to think of my father, the smell of pot roast my mother and a cardinal's song makes me think of a dear friend Jim. Young children makes me think of my wife.
Again thanks for giving me pause to commune and feel.
Callie, thank you for sharing this very touching and wonderful piece. There is so much we don't understand and we don't have to understand everything. We can marvel and embrace our miraculous lives.
Thank you for sharing this, Callie. I too believe that everyone is here, somehow and in ways we cannot comprehend. We’re in the soup of life and it’s all miraculous. You don’t have to understand it or explain it to know that it just Is.
Thank you, Betty - I agree! ❤️
Thanks Callie for allowing me to touch passed loved ones and entertainment that those since past may possibly be present. I so want to find a healthy way to have a relationship with so many loved ones including my dog Lucinda that have moved on or possibly found new forms in the universe. My sisters touchstone is 11:11 where whenever she would come across this sequence she would kiss her knee. I do this also now as it makes me smile and connect with my wonderfully irreverent sister. Snowfall is a trigger to think of my father, the smell of pot roast my mother and a cardinal's song makes me think of a dear friend Jim. Young children makes me think of my wife.
Again thanks for giving me pause to commune and feel.
Thank you so much for sharing these connections, John! Makes my heart full to hear this ❤️
Callie, thank you for sharing this very touching and wonderful piece. There is so much we don't understand and we don't have to understand everything. We can marvel and embrace our miraculous lives.
Thank you! Yes!! ❤️