Spinning Fire in the Rain

What a fantastic, beautiful story.

 

I lost my mother six years ago, and went on a very similar journey. She comes to me in dreams now, if I get out of my way enough -- in fact, I dreamed with her last night for the first time in several months.

 

It's funny to hear someone else describe not being able to stay down for very long, too. A few days ago I had the worst day in a long time, and I really wanted to wallow, but I just couldn't do it. After a few minutes I'd be thinking of ways to improve the situation, or that at least it would make a good article, or I'd get distracted from my wallowing by the cute cat begging for attention. I found it strangely frustrating, but ultimately I think it's a good thing.

 

I've never been to Burning Man, although that's fixing to change soon. One of the things that scares me a little about it is that your synchronistic and ESP-related experiences there are pretty normal for me. I'm concerned that if I *start* at that base line, I'm not sure what kind of escalation Burning Man would bring me. But I can't even wallow in that kind of anticipatory concern for long.

 

Thank you for sharing such an intimate story. I feel heartened for hearing it.

Thank you for this story. Very moving. Adam Elenbaas

...beautifully told and very moving. Thanks for sharing.  

 

 

Have thy heart in heaven and thy hands upon the earth - Thomas Vaughan

I also lost my mother at the age of 19. Years later I have come to see this as a strange gift. I recently had the honor of sitting in on a homa to help release a friend's mother whose life and death had been embattled and difficult. What a marked difference for mother and daughter before and after, who were both freed, and for the latter came a new lightness of spirit. Years ago, I sat down to order a bloody mary at a bar for Sunday brunch and this beautiful young woman was sitting to the right of me, the least of which were her brilliant tatoos. But the one that most interested me was the word "Remember" on the inside of her wrist. When I asked her about it, she placed her other wrist beside it, inscribed with the word "Everything"...her mother had passed 6 months prior, and so began her story, which ran into mine. Wherever she is, I hope she feels lighter (and her mother nearer) all the time. Shanti Saa'ham, L-Sreyasi

The invisible threads of synchronicity sparkle in the eyes of those who know... Such a beautiful story... thank you for sharing... Synchronicity on the sultry soothe of your day~...I invite you to read my playa tale on my tribe page: http://people.tribe.net/tonyvigorito