Enlightened Purrs…pective
To the One who inspires me…
As I sit tonight on my bed with my PC on my lap, I reflect on the day’s events. All the people I came in contact with, all the opportunities placed before me, all the lessons I’ve learned, the joy of my children, the blessings of friends, my passions, my loves. How did I ever deserve this? Who brought this all to me?
Earlier this evening, I attended a Relay for Life meeting. As I sat there in my chair, each person expressed their reasons for walking this coming May 22nd for 24 hours.
“I walk for a cure.”
“I walk for my grandmother who just passed away this Tuesday from cancer.”
“I walk so that my children may never have to say I have cancer.”
My turn…
”Three years ago this coming Monday April 26th, my father passed away from lung cancer. Three years ago this coming June 9th we walked our first Relay for Life in his honor. I walk again for the one who inspires me.”
I am often reminded about why I deserve these blessings, the joys, the loves, my passions and opportunities. Not every day, but when I’m supposed too or when the moment is right or when I need a little reminder, I stumble across the most beautiful, tiny, piece of silver. A single solitary insignificant coin smiles at me. My little “dime from heaven”.
When my brother died about 15 years ago, I didn’t understand why I hadn’t dreamt about him. I wanted to but was never granted that wish. Even though I knew he was where he needed to be I just once wanted to feel him there. It wasn’t until someone asked why I had all these coins in a shot glass on my window sill that I understood I had been guarded. For months I had found dimes, not pennies, not nickels, not quarters but dimes in the most obscure places and when they should not have shown up. A woman asked if the coins were all the same and I said yes. She didn’t view them from far away but in the same sentence asked if someone close to me had recently passed and if the coins in the tiny glass were dimes. An immediate yes to both came from my dropped mouth. “Your brother is letting you know he’s there. He’s doing ok. He loves you. It’s the spirit’s way of communicating.”
Now I know you’ll think I’m a little off, and I am sure those who know me well sometimes say that to my face, but hear me out. My mother shared with me that very next day, this most peculiar coincidence. She had also been finding dimes over the past few weeks. I explained to her what I had been told about the dimes and we wept. Twelve years of finding dimes on just cleaned carpets, flower beds while planting the spring’s annuals, in a shoe as I prepared to place on my feet, under a pillow just before slumber, we became content knowing we weren’t alone and love surrounded us always. Then cancer took my dad.
Again I experienced nothing throughout the night, not a glimpse, not a whisper, not a smell, not a cold breeze, no assurance that I would be ok.
Oh how I missed him!
Nothing for five months until the night before my mother and I prepared to go to Venice and cruise the Greek Islands with my dear friends, did I have a dream about my mother’s suit case. My father was angry and told me to get the suitcase from the basement for her to use. “Make sure you bring enough money,” he said. Let me tell you, neither of us are procrastinators. Our suitcases were packed and the dream made no sense. But I could have used a bigger suitcase for my clothes and shoes. Yes, once again, those who know me well know that I am high maintenance and come prepared. Stop laughing! My mother agreed to bring the larger suitcase for souvenirs and remembrances. She offered her suitcase and as I began to unzip the larger, rolling bag a tiny shimmering most radiant silver coin fell to my feet.
“Travel safe my love. Take care of your mother. Here’s some money for you.”
Dimes from heaven!
I am, I have, and I am blessed because of my father. I can’t begin to share with you the love we had for each other. He is my reason. My father’s greatest attribute was his way of making you feel like you were the only person that mattered. That you were his universe at that time you were with him. You would have a friend for life. There would be nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Love poured from every morsel of his body. He used to tell my three brothers and me, we had “the edge”. And he was so right, because when you are loved like we were loved, there was nothing stopping you from succeeding.
To the one who inspires me… I walk for you!
Thank you for the beautiful, shiny, silver pieces of heaven that you surprise me with. I love you!
Keep Climbing!
Cat
To the One who inspires me…
As I sit tonight on my bed with my PC on my lap, I reflect on the day’s events. All the people I came in contact with, all the opportunities placed before me, all the lessons I’ve learned, the joy of my children, the blessings of friends, my passions, my loves. How did I ever deserve this? Who brought this all to me?
Earlier this evening, I attended a Relay for Life meeting. As I sat there in my chair, each person expressed their reasons for walking this coming May 22nd for 24 hours.
“I walk for a cure.”
“I walk for my grandmother who just passed away this Tuesday from cancer.”
“I walk so that my children may never have to say I have cancer.”
My turn…
”Three years ago this coming Monday April 26th, my father passed away from lung cancer. Three years ago this coming June 9th we walked our first Relay for Life in his honor. I walk again for the one who inspires me.”
I am often reminded about why I deserve these blessings, the joys, the loves, my passions and opportunities. Not every day, but when I’m supposed too or when the moment is right or when I need a little reminder, I stumble across the most beautiful, tiny, piece of silver. A single solitary insignificant coin smiles at me. My little “dime from heaven”.
When my brother died about 15 years ago, I didn’t understand why I hadn’t dreamt about him. I wanted to but was never granted that wish. Even though I knew he was where he needed to be I just once wanted to feel him there. It wasn’t until someone asked why I had all these coins in a shot glass on my window sill that I understood I had been guarded. For months I had found dimes, not pennies, not nickels, not quarters but dimes in the most obscure places and when they should not have shown up. A woman asked if the coins were all the same and I said yes. She didn’t view them from far away but in the same sentence asked if someone close to me had recently passed and if the coins in the tiny glass were dimes. An immediate yes to both came from my dropped mouth. “Your brother is letting you know he’s there. He’s doing ok. He loves you. It’s the spirit’s way of communicating.”
Now I know you’ll think I’m a little off, and I am sure those who know me well sometimes say that to my face, but hear me out. My mother shared with me that very next day, this most peculiar coincidence. She had also been finding dimes over the past few weeks. I explained to her what I had been told about the dimes and we wept. Twelve years of finding dimes on just cleaned carpets, flower beds while planting the spring’s annuals, in a shoe as I prepared to place on my feet, under a pillow just before slumber, we became content knowing we weren’t alone and love surrounded us always. Then cancer took my dad.
Again I experienced nothing throughout the night, not a glimpse, not a whisper, not a smell, not a cold breeze, no assurance that I would be ok.
Oh how I missed him!
Nothing for five months until the night before my mother and I prepared to go to Venice and cruise the Greek Islands with my dear friends, did I have a dream about my mother’s suit case. My father was angry and told me to get the suitcase from the basement for her to use. “Make sure you bring enough money,” he said. Let me tell you, neither of us are procrastinators. Our suitcases were packed and the dream made no sense. But I could have used a bigger suitcase for my clothes and shoes. Yes, once again, those who know me well know that I am high maintenance and come prepared. Stop laughing! My mother agreed to bring the larger suitcase for souvenirs and remembrances. She offered her suitcase and as I began to unzip the larger, rolling bag a tiny shimmering most radiant silver coin fell to my feet.
“Travel safe my love. Take care of your mother. Here’s some money for you.”
Dimes from heaven!
I am, I have, and I am blessed because of my father. I can’t begin to share with you the love we had for each other. He is my reason. My father’s greatest attribute was his way of making you feel like you were the only person that mattered. That you were his universe at that time you were with him. You would have a friend for life. There would be nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Love poured from every morsel of his body. He used to tell my three brothers and me, we had “the edge”. And he was so right, because when you are loved like we were loved, there was nothing stopping you from succeeding.
To the one who inspires me… I walk for you!
Thank you for the beautiful, shiny, silver pieces of heaven that you surprise me with. I love you!
Keep Climbing!
Cat
