Once in a Blue Moon you meet someone who feels like an old friend. The flicker of recognition when your eyes meet, the light behind the orbs, the warm smile and the peace between you reawakening forgotten memories.
This past summer I met someone who I know is someone from my Soul Group. I was working; I walked to the front door and waited. When it opened all I could see were white sneakers, it was although my eyes could only focus on them. I realized something was happening. When I looked up and met the eyes of this person, the warmth of an old friend looked back at me, although we had only just met.
After tending to his father, the patient, we sat and talked first about the business at hand, hospice and caring for someone you love who is dying. It was a good talk, a connected talk. But then the words took on a life of their own, and spirit took over. Aspirations, our mission here became the topic of conversation. It was clear we were connected in ways we had yet to discover.
I spoke of my writing, how important it is to me and how much I want to share it with the world because for the most part it comes from somewhere beyond me, a creative force and flow enables me to be a scribe of sorts for spirit. If I trust in the flow the stories find themselves and I see them before my eyes as a visual experience, writing the words to convey what I am experiencing.
‘Blue’ my most recent endeavor was such a piece, there is a deep darkness in the beginning that I fought against, it is not my nature to linger in the darkness. It is a story of Hope wrapped around the sadness of suicide, an event that has touched so many lives. It is a darkness that I have walked beside more times than I care to admit, but I have always found the Light again and in this I found courage to write ‘Blue’. There is beauty in regaining Hope and finding Faith to move beyond the pain. There is a world beyond this one that we had only been shown glimpses of, where Forgiveness reigns and Divine Love embraces us. ‘Blue’ is a story of all of this. Her story needs to be told.
And so when my spiritual Brother appeared and asked to read ‘Blue’ I brought him the first draft the next day. On my way over I was apprehensive and asked for a sign that this truly was the right thing to do. While I was tending to his father my spiritual Brother broke into song….”If you leave me now…” and the sign from the heavens was clear. ‘Blue’ was from Chicago…. I hope to share her song with all of you soon.