Soaring gently through the sky

on a bird made by man,

A messenger arrived.He was large and loud.

A sense of joyous openness began stirring as I witnessed his freedom,

Thanks to faith.

This messenger turned to me out of a crowd and asked

“Do you see them?”

“see what?” I replied.

“The angels…..right there…dancing in the clouds”.

This person and I crossed paths on a day that was filled with uncertainty for me.I had spent the week before interviewing home hospice and caregiver organizations.The choice had to be made swiftly.I was taking my mother back to her home for her end of life journey.

In a matter of a couple of days everything was in place.It was a whirlwind that seemed to be happening in slow motion.

As soon as I was reasonably confident that my mom was safe and comfortable and that my stepfather was managing to accept all the dramatic changes taking place I flew back to my recently,former life to put it into some kind of order.

I met with my daughter and her dad to talk about was taking place.They offered their unconditional love and support.I met with my employer who had developed into a friend over the years.She too gave understanding and support.It was time to pack for an indefinite stay in my mom’s home.

In some ways I felt as if I’d just lost my sight.At the same time I felt more sure than I’d ever felt before in my life.I couldn’t see the next step,but I knew it would become clear as needed.I felt guided.

It isn’t the easy road that brings new light.

Suffering isn’t the same as choosing to to embrace self pity and bitterness.

To choose fearlessness is to choose faith.Accepting and moving through emotional and spiritual pain is what ignites and strengthens compassion.It helps to forge connections with our better selves and with those around us.It teaches that a single act does have a ripple effect.Again, strengthening compassion and encouraging us to step outside of ourselves.

The desire to push ourselves beyond the familiar and comfortable is born and reborn.Expansion of the mind and spirit follow.This brings a,seemingly,new light in hope and sense of purpose.

The light was there all along.It simply becomes dim at times when we nurture the ego over spirit and intuition.

One phone call and everything familiar was changed.I received word that my mother was being taken to the hospital.I was stunned.There had been very few clues to indicate any grave health issues and I knew better then to allow my self the luxury of speculation.My energy was needed for navigating new practical challenges,most of which I couldn’t even imagine.