Here Comes the Sun
I guess you might say that things have settled down for me lately. We are late in a February that has provided more than a normal amount of winter and patience is running thin for most people. I haven’t had any epiphany like discoveries in a few weeks but still, little things have a way of presenting themselves from time to time.I was at a yoga class today where the instructor talked repeatedly of opening up the heart to let things penetrate there. She kept referring to having an open, radiant heart. In just about every pose and posture we did, she spoke of the heart chakra and how we needed to direct our breath to it and expand our chest to expose ourselves to the love and light from our hearts. While she was saying these things, I was trying out some of my new meditation lessons and focusing my closed eyes on a tiny white light that seemed to be right between my eyebrows. It was frequently surrounded by fuchsia colored clouds. After class ended, one of the women in the class approached me and introduced herself. We chatted briefly before I mentioned that my wife had been a regular there until she got sick and that she passed away. I mentioned how lucky I thought I was to have supports like yoga, reiki and massage to help me. Then out of nowhere, she said to me, “I get the feeling you’re up to something. That you are going to do something that will be very special to a lot of people. You’re going to help people somehow.” I liked her opinion on that topic.
I also liked last week when attending a different yoga class, the instructor walked in carrying a book. That is not unusual but what caught my eye was the book itself. It was “One Soul” which is the same book of poetry that Coleen had constantly at her bedside and the one that contained her favorite poem, “Celebrate the Journey.” As the class ended that day, I saw the instructor open the book to read from it. I don’t know what I would have done if she had read the Celebrate poem. Probably cried a little right there on the mat. She didn’t though and I was glad. Instead she read a different poem, one I had not read. It was also beautiful and I appreciated hearing something new.
Speaking of “one Soul,” last week I sent an email to the author of that book, Danna Faulds. I thanked her for writing it and told her what an inspiration her poetry had been to Coleen. I also shared with her the story of me finding her poem “Celebrate the Journey” turned into a piece of art and hidden in my closet. Danna thanked me for writing and sharing my Coleen stories with her. She was very appreciative to know that her work had helped someone like Coleen. She said she never knows where her poetry might show up or how it is received by people unless she hears stories like mine. I was very glad I contacted her.
Three days ago, I was my daughter Lindsay’s house for a family gathering and dinner. We were all in the kitchen and one of the internet music stations was playing in the background. The second song that played was the Beatles “Here Comes the Sun.” Since Coleen’s death, that song has shown up frequently when the family gathers. It is also one of the favorite songs of my granddaughters Samantha and Claire and they sing it whether it’s on the radio or not. We all kind of think of that song as a message from Coleen, you know. It’s got lots of sunlight and all sorts of references to new starts and “smiles returning to the faces.” We never seem to know when it might pop up but it always seems to surprise us.
This has been a long, cold, lonely winter and it’s not over yet. But it’s not too early to think that ice is slowly melting. Little Darling, seems like years since it’s been clear.
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