By Debra Basham, on April 8, 2018 Putting over 40 years of journals into the bottom cupboard of the new library closet we had installed this winter I was suddenly overwhelmed by the sacredness of reflection.
It has been too long since I wrote in my paper journal. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of preparations, travel, arrival, clearing the chaos and construction dust so I’ve also not drawn a divination card or had much pondering time.
I’ve missed myself.
April 7, 2018 was Linda B’s wedding day. As she and Larry openly reflected upon their continued love for their previous spouses (Dan for Linda, and Joyce for Larry), something profound stirred within me and likely within all those who attended, and also possibly in you as you are reading this post now.
As fate would have it, April 7 was also the day Linda’s clergy “Insights” article was published in the local newspaper. Here is a quotation from her article shared as part of the story of our coming together in their ceremony:
Jamie Anderson said this about grief and it helps to explain what Larry and I have experienced. “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” Larry and I found a place for our grief – our love – to go.
The ceremony was rich with music: Elfie is a gifted pianist who also happens to be blind so unable to see sheet music. She learned the songs at the rehearsal by hearing them. Pamela is a singer and songwriter and our soul sister. Dave is brother of the bride. In fact, all of Linda’s siblings closed the wedding ceremony with a benediction sung to the tune of Edelweiss from the Sound of Music.
Ritual was meticulously matched to message and gratitude was the theme.
Many expressed having experienced Linda’s and Larry’s wedding as a vehicle for memories and massive amounts of hugs. Circles of caring, including our local “Caring Circle” Hospice (of which Linda previously served as President and CEO) overlapped over and over, wrapping us all securely in love beyond loss.
We witnessed wonder. We were moved. We felt and many of us wept.
As I left the church, basking in the palpable warmth of divine love, turning my minivan north on Washington Avenue, a single vehicle was in front of me at the 4-way stop. The license plated caught my attention and took away my breath. D-A-N were the first three letters, followed by three numbers. I cannot tell you the numbers. I was not granted time enough to fish my iPhone from deep within my purse and snap a picture. While I may always wonder what the numbers were, I think you will agree there is no question about the evidence of that message from/of Dan. It is as though he was thanking me for being part of Linda’s spiritual journey.
Congratulations are definitely in order….
Enjoy reading the unedited version of Linda’s article:
Herald Palladium
Insights Column
Rev. Linda Beushausen
April 7, 2018
Today is my wedding day! I knew this was to be the theme of my Insights column this time. I have been a widow for over 16 years and although I secretly (and sometimes not so secretly) hoped to find a special partner with whom to share the rest of my life, I wondered if it would ever happen. I mightily rejected the thought of another partner for the first 8 or 9 years after my husband, Dan, died, because I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else. I couldn’t imagine letting go of the love I still had for him, and I couldn’t imagine that someone else could take his place. And, if truth be told, I was still grieving and knew that grief would always be a part of my journey, so how could I think about another relationship? I knew my journey of grief was sacred and it was a huge part of my spiritual journey, and I wasn’t sure someone else would understand that. Amidst all of my questions and contemplations, I clung to the words from the end of 1st Corinthians 13 (The Message) that I had paraphrased and brought to mind over and over again since 2001: “When I can’t understand what’s happening, don’t know where things are headed, or I’m not sure what to do next, there are three things I CAN do: I can trust steadily, I can hope unswervingly, and I can love extravagantly.” These words have carried me through so many times the last 16+ years; Trust, Hope, and LOVE! The whispers of Spirit in my heart and soul told me that over and over again that there was someone special I would meet and I needed to be open, patient, and trusting. I poured myself into my work and my family, both of which gave my life richness and meaning, and I trusted the still small voice within that said someday a man would come into my life that would love and accept me, just as I am now and who I will become as I follow my conscious spiritual journey.
It happened, seemingly “out of the blue”, last April and immediately I knew he was very special. His name is Larry and he was also widowed and had some of the same concerns I did about how he could continue to have such strong love for his late wife, Joyce, and whether a new partner could be present with him in his own journey of grief. We both sensed immediately that there was a Divine purpose growing within us individually and as a couple. We each had a sense of hope and an even deeper sense of gratitude and awe. We had a knowing, deep within our souls, that Joyce and Dan were also a part of bringing us together. Before each of them died, they had poured out their hearts to us as they had each asked us to be open to loving another person and allowing another person to love us. At that time for each of us separately, neither Larry nor I could think about that, but their prayers and desires for us to find another loving partner, did not die with them. How awe-inspiring that amidst the season of Easter a year ago, we met and immediately knew there was something special happening. Love was beginning to bloom again and we didn’t have to stop loving Dan and Joyce! But how was this possible? How was it possible for me to love Dan deeply and Larry to love Joyce deeply, and still have such deep stirrings of love within us for each other? As we nurtured our relationship, we began to understand that we were not called to stop loving Dan and Joyce and we were not called to deny our grief, but rather that we WERE called to let our journey of grief continue as we allowed ourselves to love again.
Jamie Anderson said this about grief and it helps to explain what Larry and I have experienced. “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” Larry and I found a place for our grief – our love – to go.
Our deep love, and the sense that we knew immediately we were to be together in marriage, was hard to explain to our family and friends at first but we KNEW we were brought together as a loving, committed, couple for reasons we would understand more fully over time. We understood that it all happened faster than some could understand according to societal norms, and we also knew that our love would be an example for others. Amidst it all, we trusted, we hoped, and we loved. God brought us through the challenges of this last year and now today is our wedding day!
This is what is written in our wedding bulletin today:
We are blessed by so many amazing people in our lives and each of you here is among them. There were so many more people we wish we could have invited but we trust they understand and are loving and supporting us from afar. We could have slipped away quietly and gotten married but our lives are so rich with family and friends that we knew we wanted to share this time with others.
Both of us have known times of highs and lows in our lives and as we remember them, we are aware that we have been immensely blessed by both the highs and the lows. Our lowest times were when we each faced the death of our beloved spouses – Dan for Linda and Joyce for Larry. Grief was, and continues to be, a sacred journey for each of us in our own ways and it was the sacred journey of grief that brought us here today. Our hearts and souls have ached with sadness and despair and through love and trust we found healing. Although we both doubted we would ever find the kind of deep love we shared before, this is exactly what has happened! Our love for each other is profound, and yet does not diminish the deep love we each have for Dan and Joyce. Both Dan and Joyce wanted this for us and we believe that their prayers were answered when we were brought together. We have found, beyond question that love NEVER ends. It continues on as long as we open our hearts to love and in a special way when we open ourselves to loving each other completely – heart and soul – in marriage. This is why marriage is so important to us. We have found, beyond question, that when we don’t know what else to do, we are called to trust, hope, and love.
We have been given the gift of Love again and it is our promise to the God of Love, to each other, to our family, and to each of you, to show our gratitude every day by loving each other in a way that is contagious! We want to pass it on!!
I invite all of you to think about how you express love in your life. Express that love extravagantly and with trust and hope, in everything you do, and in the way that only you can. And then……pass it on!
By Debra Basham, on March 27, 2018 Preparations are underway to head to Smyrna tomorrow. We never say or think we are leaving Pine Island after enjoying “the season” here—we are going to see the grandkids!
Recently my brother-in-law experienced the death of the woman he had cared for the past five years. He was committed to her. They married in November, so he could insure her wishes could be carried out. She wanted to stay in her home, and she did. I sent him a snapshot of the empty cupboard here on Bounty Lane saying, “Reminding both of us an empty space sits in the field of Infinite Possibilities.”
Last week I rode my bike to the auto repair shop near here where a resident cat I like to visit lives. His name is Sonny.
When I came through the door, helmet on my head, Sonny was up on the counter being petted by a customer while the owner of the shop did the paperwork. Sonny made eye contact with me and I said to him, in my high-pitched kitty-loving voice, “Yes, you’re the one I came to see.”
Sonny shot down off that counter, right out from from under the customer’s hands, and ran over to me. The customer said to the shop owner, “Well, he obviously knows her!”
It was my first visit this season and I had such a feeling of nostalgia wondering why I had waited so long to do something I love so much. I wrote this poem. Many of you will relate.
Meow Musings
Don’t get your dander up
Sonny’s just a pussy
not at all a push-over
even rather fussy
He fancies petting
and so do I
rubbing him the right way
produces a sigh
It’s not all pretense
this is genuine love
any time kitty time
is a cut above
Feline fancier
that I am
that cat got me
out of a jam
Sour mood, bad food
whatever ails you
fingers on fur
chases the blues
Debra Basham 3/24/2018
Amidst it all, we must make time (we will never find time) to do the things that bless our hearts and minds. I will go to meditation today while John goes to play music. He is at shuffleboard this morning. Everything will get done.
And Deep Spring Center’s Thought for Today:
“Try as hard as you will, you cannot hold the world from changing. You cannot hold other people or yourself from changing. To try to do that with yourself so as to please another is unloving to yourself, asking yourself not to be true to yourself and your experience. It’s also an unloving to another because it gives them a false hope that you are as they may try to make you to be. The greatest gift you can give is the willingness to have enough love and respect for another not to live your life around their fear.”
By Debra Basham, on March 18, 2018 
Time has a way of slipping through our fingers. Looking back, we ask where it has gone. Of course, time means nothing at all.
A woman who lived with us for several years had an old cassette with a song by that title. It was so long ago I don’t honestly know who did that or what the rest of the words are in her version, but I found a powerful song by that title by Lisa Mitchell.
“Time Means Nothing At All” Click on the title to listen, or just read the lyrics.
Do you know that I spend my days,
walking the streets and lanes,
looking through window panes,
in and out of quaint cafes.
Me and myself,
we have an ongoing war,
there is an ongoing love affair,
giving up, keeping score.
Well I hope that we find each other,
before I lose myself,
I hope that you get to me,
before my own world does.
See, me and myself,
we have an ongoing war,
there is an ongoing love affair,
giving up, keeping score.
And time means nothing at all,
our minds are stronger than we give them credit for,
Distance means nothing at all.
Do you know that I spend my days,
walking the streets and lanes,
looking through window panes,
in and out of quaint cafes.
Me and myself,
we have an ongoing war,
there is an ongoing love affair,
giving up, keeping score.
Well I hope that we find each other,
before I lose myself,
I hope that you get to me,
before my own world does.
See, me and myself,
we have an ongoing war,
there is an ongoing love affair,
giving up, keeping score.
And time means nothing at all,
our minds are stronger than we give them credit for,
Distance means nothing at all.
Most interesting to me is the timing of my remembering this. Last evening a friend shared the work of Ross Rosenberg: Narcissism, Co-dependence, and the Self-love Deficit Disorder. Wow…. Rosenberg has established new definitions of some challenging personality problems.
For example, “Self-love Deficit Disorder” is his term for co-dependency. You can appreciate that these issues are on continuum. As you learn in Psychology 101, it is easy to see yourself in the descriptions of the pathology wherever you are on his “continuum of self” theory. Rosenberg addresses a pathological loneliness that fuels a pull to relationships that don’t work but are difficult to extricate yourself from. In one interview, he uses a term I had never heard of, Gaslighting.
Gaslighting is best understood in the 1944 film of that name starring Charles Boyer and Ingrid Bergman. Gaslighting is a manipulative, conscious, malicious covert strategy which convinces another they have a problem that does not truly exist.
We can all benefit from an awareness of who and how we really are. Non-pathological levels of narcissism and co-dependency exist in each of us and being able to see what triggers us is crucial to being genuinely healthy. We can identify real problems we have had relating and choose to be self-loving enough to navigate our relationships honestly and skillfully.
We all have a history, and most of us were gaslit, but when it comes to developing true self-love time means nothing at all…
(See Psychology Today: 7-Stages of Gaslighting in Relationship)
By Debra Basham, on March 8, 2018 When I saw this photo and quotation from 11:11 Awakening Code on my sister’s Facebook page, I resonated to the truth and once again appreciated Emotional Freedom Technique, also known as EFT or just “tapping.”
I have been participating in the 2018 World Tapping Summit for the last ten days. Learn more at thetappingsolution.com. What I value about the Summit is the wide variety of helpful subjects and applications that are appropriate for tapping. Tapping is easy, it is available, and it is powerful.
Next month I will have the honor of introducing teachers to tapping as a way of bringing a better learning experience to their students. Always, it begins with us.
A few days ago our daughter, Stacey, got a call from her husband in the middle of the night. She was visiting us as he began wearing a heart monitor for seven days to see what was happening while his heart was out of normal sinus rhythm. He has been being treated for AFib for several years, but has been out of rhythm for a few weeks now. Shortly after getting the monitor hooked up and falling asleep, he got the call that he needed to go to ER immediately. I’m sure he was not calm, but he did tell the doctor who called that this had been going on for a couple of weeks and since he felt fine could he safely wait until morning and call his cardiologist. He did that, BUT the cardiologist did not call him back all day.
It was nearing 5:00 pm when Stacey, understandably more stressed about things because she was not there with him, called the doctor’s office and rattled some chains. The long and short of it is that the office did not return his call immediately because they had more information. They knew what his heart rate was. While it was rapid enough to warrant the midnight call for liability purposes, it was not higher than might have been expected for someone out of rhythm.
Stacey was obviously relieved and also annoyed.
This is where tapping comes in. We often are dealing with life’s circumstances we cannot control. The layers of illusion are burned away moment-to-moment and day-by-day. Life may not settle or unfold in a smooth path to the finish line. However, always the truth of who and what we really are reveals itself in those circumstances, not in spite of them.
By Debra Basham, on March 3, 2018 There is a hard truth to be told: before spring becomes beautiful, it is plug ugly, nothing but mud and muck.
I have walked in the early spring through fields that will suck your boots off,
a world so wet and woeful it makes you yearn for the return of ice.
But in that muddy mess, the conditions for rebirth are being created.
~ Parker Palmer
No phrase brings me peace of mind any quicker than “Spring always follows winter.” In Michigan this year, as many other areas of the U.S., this is certainly a welcome thought. Spring is on the way.
In the Imagine Healing process you use your imagination to generate detailed images of the stages for what you desire: short-term goal, mid-term goal, long-term goal. Although it won’t happen exactly as you imagine it, because you are able to have seen yourself surviving and/or thriving, your body and mind and spirit know how to do that.
I’m thrilled to say that the digital version of the steps of Imagine Healing for preparing for surgery is available on Kindle for $2.99 (https://www.amazon.com/Imagine-Healing-Guided-Imagery-Help-ebook/dp/B013EYIK3W).
I’m even more thrilled to say this process is not limited to surgery or even to medical or physical challenges. That is what Parker Palmer’s quotation really inspires in us.
Because the fields of life (relationships, finances, attitudes, culture) are so wet and woeful, although it almost makes you yearn for the return of ice, the conditions for rebirth are being created by the current circumstances. Our lives—our world—is ready for us to vision the improvement we long for in all areas of our lives.
Spring always follows winter….
By Debra Basham, on February 26, 2018 Time is at once a limited commodity and an illusion. We an spend time, waste time, deny time, and transcend time.
At a workshop with Zan Henigan Lombardo, the focus was on how she let chaos in her life create something beautiful. Her work of art is an impressive 30-foot watercolor painting with an equally impressive 30-foot poem along the bottom, created by an even more impressive artist/poet/teacher over many years.
As is the case in most group settings right now, the most recent school shooting came up. People from all walks of life are asking why, and some are asking what can be done. This morning I read again Glen Snyder’s article (Lion’s Roar is from the Buddhist perspective) which invites some possible answers to the question how. The article is titled Why We Go for the Gun. Greg Snyder is a Zen Buddhist priest and President of Brooklyn Zen Center. You may want to take time to read his article for yourself. Here is a brief excerpt:
This is not to say we should not work for legislative change, organize to reduce homicides and suicides in our communities, stand up to systemic violence and law enforcement abuses, critically engage our own consumption of violence as entertainment, and actively address our nation’s child-soldier problem (that is, gangs). But these efforts alone will not change the soil in which this violence grows. We must illuminate this culture of domination, grieve our shared karma, and introduce the sacredness of spirit and all life back into our nation.
Glen’s article touched a sensitive spot for me. As my husband is in the living room watching TV in the evenings, I am often in the other room working on a jigsaw puzzle. Hearing the soundtrack only of what he is watching, the movies he watches all sound the same. I hear two hours of gun shots, guttural grunting and desperate breathing, along with the repetitive use of the four-letter-nasty. I told him I don’t think they even make individual sound tracks….
Reading Glen’s article, the thing that was most salient for me is how what I think, say, and do contributes to our collective experience. This morning I appreciated today’s thought from the Brahma Kumaris:
The ability to enjoy one’s own company is one of the greatest gifts life has to offer. Learning to turn my thoughts away from all my responsibilities at the day’s end and take my mind into a state of peace and benevolence enables me to carry greater and greater loads without feeling the burden. When my inner landscape is full of beautiful thoughts, everything I do is a pleasure. Gently, I calm down chaotic situations and offer solace to troubled minds.
Perhaps enjoying one’s own company and cultivating the sweet sound of silence is the how of inner and cultural peace….
By Debra Basham, on February 18, 2018 This week has been rife with lessons. We experienced another school shooting, irrevocably changing lives while politics goes on as usual. The day before this shooting I was with people I consider to be of “like-mind” but even within this group, people are anything but like-minded about how we best bring forth peace.
Dr. Leo Galland learned the answers to life’s questions from his son, Christopher, who lived to be 22 years old. Christopher was “a brain-damaged special needs child who challenged everyone he knew with his unpredictable behavior and uncanny insights.” The book of Christopher’s life is titled Already Here: A Doctor Discovers the Truth about Heaven. The following excerpt is what John Cubeta, an educational psychologist who had worked closely with Christopher, wrote about having lunch with Chris:
One day, I was attempting to have a conversation with Chris after we had just bought a pair of cheeseburgers. I kept trying to get a dialogue going, but it would abruptly end whenever it was Chris’s turn to respond. I finally asked Chris why he didn’t answer me when I spoke to him. He continued to eat in silence. Nothing I said seemed to register. Eventually, he swallowed the last bite. Then he said, very plainly, “I didn’t want to speak while I was eating,” obviously annoyed that something so simple and obvious should require an explanation.
It seems my life lessons also most often come in the mundane. Friday morning I started getting an error message when I tried to send email from my iPhone using my propitiatory address. The message would get stuck in the Outbox where it sat whirring for hours. Until the message was marked with a red exclamation mark that it did not get sent, the message could not be deleted. During this time I could also not use my gmail account on the phone. One message took 8 hours to clear.
Verizon said it was an issue with the email host, Bluehost. Bluehost said Apple made some changes that had severely affected their servers but Bluehost was working on it. When things were not resolved the next day, I called Bluehost again but was this time I was told they could not help, I needed to call Apple Support. This evening I spent about an hour on hold, then about another hour with Apple Support, who finally told me I needed to call Bluehost. Apple Support stayed on the line with me while I called Bluehost one more time. I am exceedingly glad to report the email is working now.
After the tragic news of this week’s school shooting, I wrote the following poem:
Guns, Guts, and Grace or A Day for Lovers
Seventeen gone home on Valentine’s Day
Right and left make their points today
All I do is kneel and pray
It takes guts to be still
To say it is ideas not guns that kill
As hatred grows inside human will
The blood is real it is bright red
Alive is not the same as dead
Lovers can lie together in bed
We watch the news on TV
Guns and guts is what we see
Yet, grace is there inside of me
Helen writes “I’m done with war!”
Ain’t gonna study it no more
Sick to death of it at my core
But what if what we fear
Is what is brought so very near
Threatening all we hold so dear
A day for lovers that’s for sure
Calling forth hearts with love so pure
Rather than minds all cocksure
Debra Basham 2-15-2018 (WC 140)
I’ve worn a Fitbit Charge 2 for over a year now. Although it is not REAL TIME, it gives my heart rate, and my resting rate. I have appreciated the feedback, and I have learned a lot about being present or not. My resting heart rate went down during the two days after John was taken to ER. (See In A Single Thought.) I have even noticed that chewing gum while walking helps keep my heart rate down. I am being more present as I chew.
One thing I see clearly is how every moment along the frustrating process of getting support to fix the email problem, I knew I was dealing with the mundane. Years back I would have been pulling my hair out. The situation was frustrating, and having to make the calls and wait was inconvenient. But while how I dealt with it changed my life, it was not life changing….
By Debra Basham, on February 11, 2018 The idea of a perfect parent, perfect partner, or perfect day makes some people nervous. They think of all the ways things don’t measure up. A headache, a heartache, or an unfulfilled longing seems to stand in the way of perfection.
Imagine for a moment an eternity without sunshine, or rain for that matter. Perfection is organic, not static. This moment is perfect.
Listening to a talk about what karma is and isn’t has me thinking about all of this. Karma is not punishment; it is cause and effect. Whatever we are experiencing at any given moment had its roots in the “past” and it is planting the “future.” This moment is perfect.
Robina Courtin, quoting a Buddhist teacher says it this way, “Everything exists on the tip of a wish.”
To fit with Valentine’s Day, I wrote a wellness tip about hugs:
Hug for Health!
by Debra Basham
Debra’s Wellness Tips
Well, it seems that love and companionship is good for your health. People in love and those with good relationships have lower blood pressure, less depression, and report feeling better over all.
We like to hold hands, get hugs, and make whoopie. In most cases, love and wellness go hand-in-hand.
This week, snuggle up. And it is not just people we love to touch. Petting our pets has health benefits, too.
A dear friend commented, “I am single and have no pets. Does that mean I am destined for depression?” I wrote back telling her to take an I NEED A HUG sign to a busy place and give a blessing (what is called drishti in Hindi) to everyone who stops. I reminded her of Amma, the hugging saint.
The wind is blowing today. I have an opinion it might be a more perfect day if it weren’t quite so windy.
My abdomen is not quite as flat as I might think perfect.
What I do with these thoughts, feelings, and beliefs really does make a difference now and long into the future.
Rollo May said it this way, “If you do not express your own ideas, if you do not listen to your own being, you will have betrayed yourself.”
What is on the tip of your wish today?
I wish you a perfect day!
By Debra Basham, on February 4, 2018 It was mid morning on Thursday. I was on a FaceTime call with a client. The goal of the session revolved around not getting thrown out of balance during crisis times. The desire was to stay grounded even in trying circumstances.
I like to do divination for guidance when I am working with someone to help me stay unattached. Thursday I used Angelic Messenger Cards: A Divination System for Spiritual Discovery, by Meredith L. Young Sowers. Two cards fell out. I made some notes from those two cards and from the Daily Word:
Need for greater calmness and inner peace.
Ask yourself, “Whom will this choice benefit?”
Relinquish struggle and accept the truth of your angelically-inspired perspective.
Move into the perspective of your divine nature.
Claim your highest self and release the needy aspects of your life that mentally hold you prisoner.
Believe more in yourself and your divine guidance
In a single thought I can redirect my attention toward the peace of knowing I am protected.
My phone rang. It was my brother-in-law. I could not figure out how to put the FaceTime call on hold to answer, so the call went to voice mail. “Call me immediately.”
Moments later I was on my way to the hospital where my husband was being taken by ambulance. He had reported having a horrible stomach ache and then he lost consciousness.
The day spent in the hallway of the emergency room (there was no room in the inn) was stressful. About dinner time he was admitted for observation. A few hours later I was driving home without him.
The following day he was to be discharged as soon as he had an echo cardiogram, but ER was so busy again they could not get to him. Mid afternoon we were still waiting. When asked how we were holding up, I gave an honest report. “We are listening to elevator music on the TV, we both have our nose in a book, and we have decided to consider it a voluntary library day.”
About 5:00 they decided to send him home and schedule the echo as a out-patient followup.
Simply put, we could not control the circumstances. We could choose the thoughts and feelings and experience we were having.
We had not wasted our day. We took the late discharge as an opportunity to stop for Thai food on the way home.
I was taught to pay attention in client sessions and consider the message is for me first. That was obviously true last Thursday….
By Debra Basham, on January 31, 2018 I am blessed to be part of two writers’ groups, and one of the precious gifts of winter for me is that I take more time to write. Do you notice how seemingly unconnected things are not? For example, this morning people all over the U.S. got up early enough to see if they could get a glimpse of the Super Blue Blood Moon. One online comment said the skies have not been like this since Andrew Johnson was President, the second dome on the U.S. Capitol was completed, and Jesse James completed his first robbery.
Time seems linear, but is not. My writing seems melancholy, but I am not.
Poem Widow Wake-up by Debra Basham 01/23/2018
Morning had still not yet come when she rolled over in the bed and instinctively reached her hand to the other side. This day, like so many she had tried to hold back with her sheer will, her hand found nothing to grasp on to. Nevertheless, she left it there as though memories of his warm body could will her body to greet this day.
But it was not death that had stolen her joy. No, she herself had day-after-day driven the very sense of peace and well-being she longed for from her own heart. Living never in the now, her fears had wound themselves so tightly into her reality no distinction remained.
“Please God,” her daily prayer as rote as the morning rosary at St. Michael’s Elementary Catholic School, “don’t let today be the day I become a widow.”
But, not even God could keep that from happening today because in her mind it already had….
As we take in to account that more is always happening in our lives than we are currently aware of, I suggested a client check out the energy of the Super Blue Blood Moon and how his current experience might well be connected to a childhood trauma. He sent this quote from an article he read online, “The last time there was a celestial alignment of these three things was in 1982.” 1982 was the year of that childhood event…
Driving to a meditation group, I called the hostess to let her know I might be about 5 minutes late. “I am under the weather so we are not meeting today. I sent an email message.” I did not receive the message, but making that call saved me about an hour-long round trip.
Maybe we don’t all always pay attention but inner guidance and meaningful coincidences are always there for each of us. Noticing them help us stop torturing ourselves with our minds. We can instead offer kindness. This quote of the day comes from my meditation teacher:
Deep Spring Center
Thought for Today
No matter how many times the world comes to the verge of war or enters into it, each time is new, a new moment that has never happened before, with its own sorrows and also its joys. You ask what joy there can be. Joy in the fact that so many of you do not hate a supposed enemy but in your hearts take the enemy to be fear and hatred itself. The joy that so many of you can offer wishes for well-being, even to those who hate, and at the same time, be willing to say no to those beings who would do harm. A no based on kindness.
May the energy of this Super Blue Blood Moon remind us of all we can do. Today and everyday…
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