“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
~ Leo Buscaglia
I’d had every intention of blogging early this morning, as I usually do. As I’ve missed doing during these past two weeks of enforced rest while my heart returned to normal. My routine is always this: 4am meditation, healing and prayers, cup of tea and blog writing time, and then I greet the day, work on my own writing for a while, or go for a little wander around the farm, followed by breakfast with Ben and Cafe Dog at one of a number of favourite hangouts.
But it didn’t work out like that today.
I was up early, and sat down with my singing bowl to do a healing meditation. My dear friend, Angela, who has recently passed over, came straight through. I spent my first waking hours in meditation with her soul’s energy – talking with her, and guiding her and helping as best I could, including sharing the wonder that is the next stage of her journey.
I’d barely finished my meditation when my phone rang. Angela’s husband was keen to meet for early coffee and a chat. He’s just lost his wife. His life is upside down. Her funeral is tomorrow. And he has a million questions about what is happening for him and for Angela.
So, of course, they have been my first priority, and you my dear readers have needed to be second today.
Thank you for your patience and your kindness during these past higgledy-piggledy weeks. Illness and dying follow their own schedules, irregardless of our plans. My life is a strange one by ordinary standards – it’s almost always full of chaos and urgent needs, and psychic phenomena requiring my attention. But that’s okay. That’s what I signed up for, and I’m honoured to walk this path, and to share a little of my journey with you through my blog.
I’ll see you tomorrow, when normal scheduling resumes.
Much love, and gentle hugs, Nicole ❤ xoxo