Blessed of Days

Exaltation

2 years ago today I waited to be checked through airport security, San Diego to Boston, booked by a relative, as I could not function let alone find keys nor pack a proper bag nor even think to throw in a black dress..., only a few hours before... after getting word that she had asked for me in her hospital bed. 

"No No No No No No No..." was all I could come up with.  The Transportation Security Administration agent asked for my ticket and ID and then asked "Why so sad, Mam?"  At first I was self-conscious and then embarrassed that it showed, and then I replied "I'm on my way to say goodbye to my dear sweet sister.."  and I broke down right there in the line, and the agent walked around the podium and gave me a long tight hug saying something I can't remember about sisters being our best friends.  

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Five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand six-hundred minutes.  Kathleen loved that song.  We were so alike, December babies, except she never had a potty-mouth except for that one occasion she was forced to say "shit" but it was only because she was tattling on one of the boys who said it and she had to tell what they said....   I digress.

"525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? 
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. 
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. 
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? 
How about love? 
How about love?
Measure in love. 
Seasons of love."

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In these days so auspicious when there is ever so much more I have learned... the old energy says "Be sad. You should be sad. She is gone." 

While the Truth whispers using her voice "Be Happy and Joyful, sshhhh there, there, dry those tears now.... Stay Inside of Love, All Will Be Well, All Is Well, I Always Hear You When You Call...  "

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She loved the word exaltation but because of this particular meaning alone "a feeling or state of extreme happiness."

So that's the plan. Exaltation.  Do I try?  or do I just do?  May we each and all be lifted and in turn help to lift all others to it. Because Love is all there is.

Your loving little sister,

Mimi

p.s.

A Message for Lightworkers

Prayer Feathers and Forever

I'd never heard of Prayer Feathers, let alone known how Prayer Feathers work. 

A beautiful friend who lives in Australia explains this way...

"I stick most of the feathers I find upright in the sand and I infuse them with a prayer, so when the sea breeze blows, the Prayers for Ever carry on the Wind (Prayer Feathers )..."

..."Birds of a feather Pray together." -E-J Kourie

The next time you're walking along the shore and notice a feather remember this.... or Be The Feather,

My cloud capture today I call "Cloud Love"

Agenais (Donna Lewis)

Borrowed Heaven

So much of advice that I give to others sometimes is best really for myself.  Just recently I admonished a friend about creating and having their own blog.  My advice was unsolicited.  😑 

Tonight I realized I sometimes have something to say about this or that.  It is me who needs a blog. Haha. So there it is. So here it is.  I had one years ago under a former name and when the internet was a newborn.  And I've stopped making time for any sort of writing. You have to make time for it I find.

In my family of origin the older siblings were usually "assigned" what they will do later on in life.  "Maria will be in medicine." Kathleen was assigned the role of writer... etc etc.  Let me tell you by the time they get to the 6th child they don't really give a damn. It's "What do you want to be when you grow up?" And before you could speak your answer their attention span as dragged them off. I wonder if the adults at the time realized that they were not only pigeon-holing one, but locking out another.  Whatever it was, I am sure they did not intend to cause a lifetime of second guessing. If you want to draw a picture, draw a picture, if you want to sing then sing. If you want to have finches in the house go to the pet store. Do what your heart is pulling or pushing you to do.  Follow it, follow it, follow it. If you want to prattle on without anyone being inconvenienced, get a blog and those who want to may read it. It's not a career. It's another expression. And I welcome the reader.

And this night I have little to talk about, but I'm grateful for a platform to call my own.

I KNOW WHO I AM.

I KNOW WHAT I AM.

I KNOW HOW I SERVE.

I AM HERE.

I AM HERE.

I AM HERE.

And so it is.