Monday, April 25, 2011

Grief.

 I recently spoke to a grandmother in Florida.  She could have been yours, mine, any ones but she wasn't.  She was Sean and Jessie's grandma. 

A month ago, on Sean's 19th birthday, these two children were killed with 2 of their friends in an automobile accident.  No, there were no drugs or alcohol involved. This was a solo car accident with sketchy details leaving the family reeling with a million unanswerable questions.

Grandma is suffering indescribable grief as you might expect.  The pain of losing those so young, with their whole lives ahead of them spins out of control.  Their mother can hardly function.  It never makes sense.
If we are to have faith and believe that everything occurs in divine right order, then this was somehow a part of destiny. 

The parents and grandmother visit the site of the accident, hoping for what?  Is it wrong she asked?  Of course not.  Where else would you go to find the feeling of your child?  Hoping I'm sure to find some clue, some shred of evidence that would explain how the tragedy occurred.

The questions of why they didn't come right home?  Where were they going?  What happened?  The information that came through was distinct and repetitive.  I felt myself driving at night and suddenly something darted in front of me - a momentary distraction that caused me to jerk the steering wheel to the right - sharp and fast!  I feel myself tumbling, upside down, loud noise followed by extreme silence. 
There is a particular silence that accompanies death.  I always feel that it is a universal prayer, a prayer of silence for the soul that now travels home.

I relayed the information to Grandma....  My heart of hearts prays that the reading I deliver will be helpful.  I see that these were very good children, brilliant athletes, well rounded young people with bright futures.  Their mother endured invitro fertilization to conceive them - and now, in the blink of an eye - these bright futures will never come to be.   God please bless these spirits that have come home.  Please bless the grieving family members searching for answers, for peace.  I repeat these words until it feels complete.
Grandma listens.  "So you think he was distracted then?"  ... somehow, it made something make sense.  It doesn't make it right, but it feels better than nothing.

Won't you join me in including this family in your prayers?  Thank you for reading, and thank you for your prayers. 

Monday, April 18, 2011

Fired up!

We are bombarded by media messages that we must depend on and surrender our personal authority to people in perceived positions of power.  I for one am tired of hearing news agencies declaring my powerlessness!   Don't tell me I will go hungry when the prices of food and gas are skyrocketing.  I am resourceful.  I will thrive.  Who gains power when we feel oppressed?  What oppresses us? 
To me feeling that I have no choice is oppression, well guess what?  We have choice in everything we think and do.  Choose to light your own fire!  Don't wait for news to come in through your TV that empowers you and changes your life, it isn't going to happen. 
Tune into the news of your soul.  Listen to what your gut tells you...get angry, use that powerful energy to propel you forward!  Take action on your own behalf!  This is what we are here for.  Let's make some noise!  Boycott gas stations, buy local, join your city council, whatever floats your boat, get involved. 
Remember these words: "If we always do what we have always done, we will always get what we have always gotten." 
Collective, conscious motion forward. It's time.  Won't you join me?

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Blessings From A Beggar

I scrambled to dump the contents of my change purse into my hand and reached out the window of my car to place it into the grubby hand of the homeless man standing beside the freeway off ramp. His clothes and body were so tattered and worn he simply held a sign that said "Anything helps. God bless."
No reasons about why he was there, no story to grab my heart, just a simple message that is so true, anything helps.
I try to always make eye contact as a sign of respect in these encounters, respect that this is another human being experiencing their life in their own way. Upon meeting his gaze I was met with crystal clear blue eyes and a nearly toothless smile. He opened his rough and worn palm and accepted my small gift and surprised me when he squeezed my hand with both of his and said, "Thank you pretty lady, God bless you." He held my gaze for just long enough for me to understand that he was truly appreciative and I hoped that he knew I did not stand in judgment of him.

I felt so truly blessed, truly blessed by God.
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Saturday, April 2, 2011

My Message to Valerie

Dear Valerie,
Today marks the anniversary of your passing. We never met yet I live with the results of your love. The love and courage you showed and taught in your fight to live and struggle to die lives on.
The events which followed your death brought an incredible man to his knees. He was swooped up by a vulture and devoured. She tortured his mind, heart and soul.
As the years passed, he sought the love you encouraged him to find believing each time it was possible. I know you know that he has found that love again. My desire is to erase all the ill deeds done to him and replace harsh memories with new ones of joy and laughter, companionship and forgiveness.
I send this message to you, through all things seen and unseen to thank you for being the person to first show him love, to believe in him, and to give him your blessings to be free to fall in love again. God Bless you Valerie.