The other side of that truth is everything is reborn again. Everything. It is in our details. Our perceptions. Our truths. Every day a part of us is brand new.
Each moment brings a new beginning. It was my mother Enid’s final chapter and my son Nixon first, that I found this truth. As the anxiety ridden yesterday is gone, this morning I awoke with very specific words resounding in my soul.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep."
Enid had purposefully chosen this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye and carefully hidden in a place where she knew only the person who needed the message most and the person who could carry and deliver her message would find it.
I found it. I was momentarily stunned, as I knew exactly what I was reading and why. There were no directions with the poem. I simply knew. Through hot and salty tears, a feeling of being cool and refreshed began to ease the pain in my heart just a bit.
"I am a thousand winds that blow.”
These words are boundless and at first glance seem much too large to bring comfort. As I sat outside soaking up the Vancouver sunlight and gazing at my mother’s tiny garden after she had passed, the words played over and over in my soul. I began to whisper them quietly, over and over, to my beautiful new baby boy who was eyeing me carefully as if he was sent to care for me rather than me for him. To "watch over me" as Nixon still says to this day.
I got it. I GOT IT! Each moment brings a new beginning. Love, energy, and intention never die. WE are one and we are all an active part of all things. Whether our outside physical carriage is gone, our chassis ... our internal framework is entirely intact and perfectly aligned with infinite energy.
Today, I am thankful for the wind. It spreads seeds so they can grow new food, flowers, plants, and life. The wind cools you on the hottest of days and if you listen carefully, you may your hear angels joyfully singing of all you believe you have lost. The song can fill your heart and restore your faith. Today, I am thankful for each person who reaches out to me with a quest for hope. You restore me every day. You, many times, ARE my wind. You are my angels.
I will set out for today's adventure with Nixon with the wind in my heart and the sun on my face. I bet something spectacular is waiting for us to discover. Gotta go! Gotta get there! I know the same gift is waiting for you. Open you heart and close your mouth! All you are wishing for is already here.
Here is Mary Elizabeth Frye's poem, Enid’s gift to my family. Our gift to you.