Six years ago today was one of the most precious days of my life. The next morning, after our wedding, Laura rolled over in bed and grabbed me; ‘Now you are mine!’ she grinned. She was so covered in tumors, every movement was hard, so it felt like a small miracle. Six years later she…
Tag: spirituality
Expanded Consciousness – part two
Greater consciousness, transcendence, the divine – call it what you will, it is all around us, all the time. We can connect to this incredible experience of super connectedness, of joy, love and the great oneness that unifies everything whenever we choose. But only if we learn how. According to Michael Pollan’s book How to…
Expanded Consciousness – part one
‘From here on, love was the only consideration…it was and is the only purpose. Love seemed to emanate from a single point of light…and it vibrated. I could feel my physical body trying to vibrate in unity with the cosmos…and frustratingly, I felt like a guy who couldn’t dance. But the universe accepted it. The…
Grief
Grief stops the clock on a lot of things. And today the clock stopped literally. My Mum’s watch broke. It’s almost exactly a year to the day since she passed. That little silver watch is my most cherished possession (Mum laughed when she saw me wearing it, ‘That old thing.’) She got it when she was 21….
Patti Smith – Talking to the Departed
‘My best friend died of leukemia when I was about seven or eight… Then, going through the death of Robert Mapplethorpe was so devastating and difficult. Our friendship was so deep, and his consciousness was so intertwined with mine .. that I knew he would still be with me when he died… I’ve learned from Robert…
Abundance of Spirit
I love dragonflies. I love the shimmer of their iridescent wings and how they can zoom in any direction (including sideways and backwards) helicopter-style. But last weekend, I had 11 land on me (I’ve never had one land on me before). It all happened in less than 15 minutes, as I sat on my friend…
Disembodied Grief
When mum died, I didn’t see her spirit leave her body as I did with Laura. But I was there by her side in her final hours. And ever since I have a weird disembodied feeling, as if I am not quite here. At first I thought it was a protective numbness. But now I…
Janette Young, 19 November 1931 to 22 May 2018
My dear mum, who surrounded me and my family with unconditional love all her life, has gone. She was the kindest person I’ve ever met and like Laura had a beautiful open smile. Her cousin Isabella recalled: ‘She brought the sunshine into the room with her.’ I was blessed to be with her at the…
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…
Gratitude
‘Gratitude. For a million reasons. This moment. This place. This life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ my friend Lyn Godley wrote on Facebook this morning. It made my heart soar. I would just add one big dollop of gratitude for this blog family, my family and friends, and those souls who’ve passed but still sing…
Liquid Love
‘You are liquid love in human form.’ – Abraham Hicks Love and light were recurring themes at the recent Art of Dying conference in New York, where more than 30 professionals, who tend to the dying, deceased and the grieving, spoke about their experiences. Olivia Barham, a death midwife, told how when her mother died, she…
One More Day
I’ve often imagined what it would be like to have one more day with Laura. One last chance to look into her eyes and be together as we once were. What would we do? How would we spend those precious hours together? Evidently it is a common fantasy of the bereaved. ‘Meet Me at Dawn‘…
10 km of hearts
When I walked the 10km around the base of Uluru, I found little heart stones everywhere embedded in the path. It made me laugh. And writing this the lights are flashing at my friend Gill’s house. I’ve been here 5 days and the lights haven’t flashed once…Hearts, birds and flashing lights seem to be surrounding…
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…
