Happy Wednesday Dear TSJ Peeps!
“The Boys” and I are wondering. Are you are enjoying summer days?
Or do you sometimes ask yourself, “What ever happened to what the old song called ‘the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer?”
I have found it easy to cram so many “things” into my days they slip by without me even noticing the present moment. By “things” I mean objects of our attention that may be good, fun, entertaining, even necessary but can easily distract us from the richness of life in the moment.
And each moment is pregnant with possibility to access a gold mine of wisdom, comfort, love, guidance etc. we often fail to fully realize. It is the realm of Spirit within us that truly connects us as physical beings to the nonphysical richness of being fully conscious creatures. This realm cannot be touched with physical hands. Although for sure, touch can be a conduit for the outward expression of an inner state of being!
It is in this realm (spirit) that Solomon speaks most passionately.
Little SJ asks the questions and delightfully explores the world in the innocence of childhood. When he does that freely, Solomon is deeply content. But when SJ gets all filled with temper tantrums, envy and jealouy, even selfish and unkind outbursts, Solomon quietly and faithfully protects him from his outbursts and provides, care, comfort, guidance and safety for him to calm down and reset his mood.
Solomon has been busy with me more than SJ this week. Not only do I still struggle through sadness as my mind remembers a year ago Mr. Tom entered the hospital very ill. But even more, I have struggled with thoughts of futility, helplessness, anger, frustration, fear, and down right anxiety when I have listened to the news. And it is not just politics. It is the tragedy of hate and evil, in all forms that sears the soul.
But Solomon is talking with my friends and neighbors. I just know it.
I have been guided, encouraged, helped, loved, comforted, listened to, hugged and laughed with this week. And cried with too.
As a result, I have been once again feeling the excitement and joy that comes with being a life coach.
I am starting to “get it” that like Solomon says, “Mr. Tom is still here.”
As I talk with others who are familiar with grief, I am comforted that my feelings are normal, human, and divine all at the same time. I don’t have to figure it out. I just have to let the Spirit of Love touch me and move me along.
Yesterday I took a jog. I am pleased I am finally feeling enough surge of life through my being that I want to get back in stronger physical shape. I also am building my trust muscles. I can trust I will be okay even though Tom is no longer near by to rescue me if i need to be found at the side of the road after a fall. Somehow I will be okay. Solomon says so. He says Chief Shepherd and Tom have their eye on me anyway, “So no worries.”
But when I got home, I checked the mail and found an envelope with a question. I took a picture for you:
Yes, that was in the window of the envelope above the address. A stab went through my heart just when I was feeling free and good. Is there no break from facing the fact he is no longer here with me/us? (I have not opened the envelope but it is from the cancer society.) Hmm. They miss his donation, perhaps?
The negative thoughts that whined in my ears were way too much like the mosquitos that drove my neighbors and me away from a perfect campfire the other night.
So today- our WW day – arrived. As I was having my tea and meditating quietly, I swear I heard Solomon calling. (My computer is upstairs aso I was going to write here in the kitchen.)
“Ms. Margie! Solomon here! We are down in the office! Ready for WW Day!”
I laughed and ran down and got the boys (first picture).
You see, Solomon knows I have been trying to grasp the meaning of everything and my mind has whirled unnecessarily and a lot lately.
So Solomon said, “You cannot touch the wind, Margie. But it touches you.”
You cannot grasp Spirit. We peeps try to hold on to things, ideas, people, beliefs to protect ourselves from pain, illness, etc.
That is ok and very peep- like, Solomon tells me, but even better is letting Spirit (Love) be the wind beneath our wings, and “the Force” (of Star Wars fame) that even in the midst of evil, pain, and suffering is ultimately able to transform us for the good.
Chief Shepherd loves to watch us peeps play in the pastures of life trusting it is okay not to grasp it but simply to live it as we are loved.
And yes, I do feel the spirit of Tom all around me because that spirit is within me. I just miss the fact that I cannot touch him. But just maybe he still touches me. Like the wind. In the Spirit of gentle strength, protection and hand in hand with Solomon.
Oh, the voice I heard? It was Mr. Tom calling up the stairs saying, “I have had a talk with the boys!” as he left for work. It rings in my ears like heavenly music.
Now you know the answer to “Whatever ever happened to Mr. Tom Cole?”
This is your journey too. Just different names and seasons.
Enjoy each moment today aware of the gold mine in your pastures.
Margie, Solomon, and “the kids”
