Recently, on my way to offer a ceremony in Santa Fe, I was pondering life in that roadtrip-state-of-mind kind of way. As I headed south through the river canyon, I reflected on where I am, where I’ve been, and what I’m seeking in my life.
And I reached out to my dad, who has been in spirit for a few years now, asking for some indication that I’m doing okay in finding my way through the passages of change.
I listened and watched, waiting for a sign, yet nothing in particular indicated a response. I didn’t feel my dad’s presence or sense any communication.
Spirits are not bound by the limitations and rush of our google-it-to-know, instant gratification, fast food world.
We had a beautiful ceremony. Afterwards, I stayed awhile talking with a friend. A woman and her dog stopped by the open door to the healing center. When I knelt down to greet the little four-legged, I heard the woman say, “His name is Mike.”
That’s my dad’s name too.
Keep sharing the magics. It’s so vital to see, feel and remember the beauty and magic that lives in our hearts, in our world, in our relationships, in life itself. Let this be what occupies our minds. And fills our conversations. And becomes our headline news.
Your stories are welcome here.
Manaole U Manaole,
from my heart to the heart of the mother earth to your heart,