As a Quaker minister, this part of my journey has helped Way open for me to serve others in their times of distress, drawing upon my encounters with grief and consolation.
When I go to the garden to tend my vegetables, I talk with you, 30 years after your death. And you talk back. You are still there for me.
Usually we find out many things about that person that we wish we had known while they were still alive.
A video about the SPICES testimony randomly appeared on my YouTube channel at 11 p.m. I watched for about 20 minutes before bursting into tears.
Each morning, we would pack up, leaving nothing but footprints for the breeze to erase. I felt profoundly human and small, journeying through a land of unimaginable beauty and power.
It took a couple of years, obviously, to build it up to something substantial, which was a terrifying time because I was all in. Suddenly, I had to make something happen of it. There wasn't a plan B per se, neither of us have college degrees.
When life again decides to challenge my equanimity, I will be in a better place to navigate change.
When people feel valued, when they know that you have listened, they are much more receptive to therapy and interventions.
Keep notes on the dreams, nudges and glimmers that become evident with this attunement. This at-one-ment where the eternal now becomes available for us who have cultivated the ears to hear and the eyes to see, the hearts to feel and the belly to know.