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Beverly lives in snowy Canada where it has been snowing for months already. She wrote this just a few days ago.
I was rushing to leave Wal-Mart when I saw it … or maybe I should say I felt it. Just inside the store doors I was drawn like a powerful magnet to this scene, and had they not been so intensely focused, they might have noticed me having stopped and intently starring at them … taking in every instant of the BEAUTIFUL Love that was flowing through, and all around, them.
There were three. Dad, Grandma and the third was a Cherub … well, let us say in more ordinary terms, a gorgeous baby boy, probably about 10 months old. He had been Christmas shopping with his loving Guardian Angels, and now his bright royal blue snowsuit was being donned to keep him warm on the way home this wintery evening! Grandma was doing the dressing, while Dad held the Cherub!
What was so extraordinary about this seemingly ordinary scene? Two things especially will always remain in my heart …
The Love that poured from Grandma’s eyes felt almost palpable as she donned that small blue snowsuit on her precious Grandson! Was it my imagination? Was she in the beauty of this present moment but also somewhere, back thirty five years or so, dressing her own infant son, who now towered before her, in a little blue coat to protect him from the cold? This scene of pure never-ending Love etched itself indelibly on my heart, and then, I saw another …
It nestled in beside the first, not only etching itself upon my heart, but filling me with a deep sense of peace … the peace that comes from truly knowing the eternal nature of Love …
Was this also my imagination? It seemed that this towering grown man, so lovingly holding his infant son, for a few brief (but eternal) moment was small again, reveling once more in his Mother’s precious unconditional Love. Quickly, however, he returned to his role as grown up and parent, but not before momentarily turning his head to the side (perhaps so no one might see his heart shining from his eyes) in so touching a gesture as, ever so briefly, he seemed to be embracing the Love within and all around him.
Might that fleeting look upon his adult face have said, “I am grown now, yet the Love I knew all the while I grew, remains, remains the same, and my adult Heart is full, as full as was my child Heart. I am at peace.” And then, out the doors into the blustery night they went … snowsuits, but most importantly, hearts full of Love keeping them warm.
Why do I cherish this brief encounter so? Perhaps because that same fleeting look upon the face of my grown Son has also filled my Heart, and I was reminded, with such awe and gratitude, of the indescribable preciousness of Love … Love that reaches across all time and into eternity.
Soon, on Christmas Day, we will be celebrating another awe-inspiring story of the Love of Mother and Child, a story that miraculously birthed the wondrous Love that now encircles our beautiful planet Earth, uplifting all who feel such Love with the blessings of Peace Hope and Joy!
Wishing You and Your Loved Ones a Blessed Christmas and Holiday Season Overflowing with Love, Peace, Hope and Joy Beverly…
Looking for a Dream Life:
I dreamt about my grandma last night, and was delighted that she showed up as her sassy, irreverent, saucy self in my dream. That’s the grandma I miss…the tough-as-nails, fearless warrior who always brought me the feeling of safety – usually with some other feelings as well. Everything roses includes a few thorns.
I’m not sure what connected us in my dreamtime. Perhaps it was because Mark’s mom told many funny stories about the people who live in the retirement home where her uncle lives. She told us of the woman who says the same thing over and over again – and knows it – then a 97 year old woman who remarked that she hoped someone would hit her if, indeed when, she gets to the age where she starts repeating herself. The stories were so sweet…one woman ate SIX Fudgesicles and then some of the other residents started donating theirs to her because she loved them so much. No doubt she is not diabetic!
Last night before going to sleep I read a few more pages in Robert Moss’s excellent book, Conscious Dreaming. His book has been an amazing journey of acknowledgment… a pillow to sink into knowing that all of this ‘stuff’ I’ve experienced my entire life is not only very real, but also that many, many people have dipped into these worlds, too.
I read about the dead, ancestors is what I call them, last night. A topic I have not always embraced because of the sheer volume of them that are in our world. Running away from them most of my life never seemed to work, and finally, with the aid of some fabulous teachers, I was able to simply switch my attention and voila…they disappeared from my sight.
Perhaps reading of those we love and how they are always with us brought her to my dreams. Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought of the time when she came with an urgent message and other times when she came to comfort me when I had post partum depression. The smell of cigarettes always preceded her arrival in my awake hours. She smoked five packs a day at one point, so it is a smell I associate with her – even when I dream.
Regardless of the reason, I’m grateful I got to spend some time with her last night. She was funny, questioning everything – as usual. I don’t regret many things in my life, but the one thing I do regret is that I didn’t listen to my intuition the day she died. I knew she was passing over that day, and for some reason I just didn’t force my way to get to her. I kept being told she was okay, but I knew she wasn’t. I was on high alert that day despite the numbing of my post partum depression.
Afterward, she came to visit and we had a long talk about how life is, and how it isn’t. How things look one way when they are really something else. She took good care of all of us all of our lives. In my entire life she was the ‘sure’ thing I knew. Despite the gifts of God…the helpers and such, she was the thing I knew for sure.
And, as I write this, I now understand why she came in a dream last night…as I trust at higher and higher levels…it is the feeling I always had with her that is the feeling of trust I’m reaching for in my connection with Divine. She was that personified.
Thanks, Grandma! I miss you…a dream hug just isn’t the same. It will have to do for now.
Last night, Chance and his Nana watched America’s Got Talent. They were so cute in there commenting on the talent, voting for their favorites.
It reminded me of some of my favorite times with my grandmother (who is passed). She and I used to watch all of these ‘guy’ shows. My grandmother was a true pioneer, rebel. Tough as nails, as they say.
I just remember feeling so close to her as we watched and talked, ate and watched, and talked. When I think back to my childhood… these are some of my very favorite moments.
I love you grandma…miss you too.
Don’t these two guys look so serious??? LOL
Do you know how SCARED I was watching Night Gallery each week? A girl who can feel spirits watching NIGHT GALLERY? Scary!
I remember thinking Robert Young (actor who played Marcus Welby – left) was SO cute (versus James Brolin, the sidekick, although he looks pretty cute here – what did I know, I was just a little kid). And, what I remember my grandmother saying is to stay away from ALL MEN! lol Did I mention she was a pistol? 