I am also beyond thrilled that the birds are home with me after all!! Thanks to Facebook, really. As a compulsive poster, I posted how upset I was to have to board them. The universe answered in the form of my friend and dog groomer Heather, who popped up and volunteered to help with them once a day for a bit. I cried as I was so relieved not to have to send the feathered kids away to a place where they couldn't understand why they were there, for an indeterminate amount of time. As for crying about it, well, I guess stress makes me more prone to tears. Like most people, I think. And with all that's going on, there is a lot of stress.
Last night, something very strange happened. I do believe that people are energies, whether here or having passed away, and sometimes things we experience might reference that. Like the morning after my mom died and I opened my mailbox and a butterfly flew out. And other little things that suggest things are happening for a reason, or that we are supported sometimes when we need it most. Well, last night as I prepared for bed, I was turning the light over my work table out, and something glittered for a second on the table. I'd cleaned off the table, so didn't know what it was that could sparkle. I turned the light back on and found that for some unknown reason, my mother's tiny gold signet ring, which I have not seen for many years and thought was tucked away in a jewelry box, was sitting on the table. I can't imagine how it got there, I can't imagine why it was there. It just was. I got goosebumps.
So, I picked it up and put it on my pinky (though it doesn't fit over the knuckle!) and went upstairs to bed. As I thought about the ring, I started crying. Not a long drawn out jag, just a short, almost violent response to thinking about my mom and all the physical stuff she had to go through when she was sick, and how, even though I am 48, I thought about how good it would be to have her here now. What would she say? What would she do? What would she think? Looking at the mysteriously appearing ring, I thought she might be saying, from wherever she might be, that it will be ok today. Call me silly for looking for meaning or "signs" in the world, but this was just too weird and creepy. How could I just ignore a piece of jewelry that I haven't seen in years being on my work table? Makes little logical sense why it was there and why I didn't see it before then.
So, off to the ether today. Maybe I'll get some unique hallucinatory but inspiring visions while under anesthesia. Cheers!
What will you make today?