Teleporting

Walking to the subway in a fug of thought – planning three steps ahead, I realised I was oblivious to my surrounds and could have been anywhere. I wondered what I would notice if these were my last moments and pop! the street came alive. I noticed the patter of rain drops on my face and I…

Soul Whispers

‘Our eternal identity never leaves us alone in the bodies we choose…In reflection, meditation, or prayer, the memories of who we really are do filter down to us in selective thought each day.  In small, intuitive ways – through the cloud of amnesia – we are given clues for the justification of our being.’ –…

Touching Joy

What if the highest form of communication isn’t words, but touch? No, silly.  Not that, or rather, not JUST that kind of touch.  I’ve often said to people I love – ‘I read you through your skin’.  Because I feel a deep non verbal connection just by holding hands or snuggling. Laura spoke wordlessly to…

Laura’s Gift

My dear heart, Laura, was born 62 years ago today.  She has been ‘gone’ nearly 3 years, almost the same amount of time that we were together. And still I feel her presence so sweetly and vividly.  I used to think that she was reaching out  from ‘the other side’ (wherever that is), but now I…

Laura Calls Time

In England, one night, when I was talking to Laura, she said ‘It is time’. I thought at first she meant time for her to move on.  I felt a twang of pain at the thought of her absence. But now I think she meant it was time for me to move on, to head…

Bon Voyage

  Laura is even funnier now that she is a spirit. I asked her if she is coming to the UK with me tomorrow and she said ‘I’m packed’. I’m glad someone is, because I am not..

Spring into Being..

A little snow and the first sprinkle of Spring flowers this week in Central Park; hellebores, forsythia, magnolias, daffodils and a froth of apple blossom.  I love the arrival of spring.  I can usually tell when it is about to happen because one little tree on the Great Lawn in Central Park is always the…

Two Hearts Entwined

Sitting on my little mossy green meditation cushion giving thanks for all the blessings in my life, I’ve noticed recently the most beautiful things keep passing by my windows.  I live on the 28th floor of an uptown Manhattan apartment building, so my normal neighbors up here are helicopters, blimps and the odd seagull surfing…

Yoga

Laura loves yoga.  Or rather Laura loves coming to tickle me during yoga class. Yesterday I found myself giggling out loud after Laura wrapped herself around me as I was getting ready to do ‘boat pose’. It was a bit like that scene in the movie Ghost where Patrick Swayze’s ‘departed’ character comes up behind…

Getting Higher..

Sometimes writing down a painful emotion helps release it. After I posted ‘River of Tears’ on Monday, it was as if I had stuck a pin in a balloon or lanced a boil. The negativity and pain drained away. What I’ve also noticed is that once I start to kindle a little joy, it doesn’t…

Sacred

Today is a sacred day for me. This was Laura’s last full day on earth.  And close to midnight, I got to watch the magic of her soul streaming upward out of her body. But I’ve always felt sad that I missed Laura’s final words, or rather that I couldn’t make them out.  Just before…

Talking To Spirit

Today I heard Esther Hicks (or rather the spiritual entities that  Esther channels) explaining how to talk to departed loved ones, and revel in their unconditional love.  Esther lost her husband Jerry a few years ago.  But he is still a very playful presence in her life.  I was so delighted when I heard this…

Wedding Present

December 15th  is my wedding anniversary.  This weekend I was thinking about the strange beauty of that day, two years ago. And also – if I am honest –  I’ve been missing the two little paper hearts that Laura and I exchanged instead of rings (they used to hang on a thread over the kitchen…

The Sweetest Gift

Quietly while you were asleep The moon and I were talking I asked that she’d always keep you protected She promised you her light That you so gracefully carry You bring your light and shine like morning And then the wind pulls the clouds across the moon Your light fills the darkest room And I…

Divine Timing

A dear friend, surrounded by her family and loved ones, said goodbye to her beloved mom last week.  As I stood graveside listening to the heart felt speeches, I felt like I was standing in a painting with all the beautiful fall colors daubed around us. But my heart skipped a beat as my friend…