A weekend of hellos, thank-yous and good-byes, families and friends
I headed off to the city during a snowstorm to meet up with my friend from summer camp. She flew in from Australia a week ago to attend her Mom's Memorial. She spent the week with her Dad honouring her mother by respectfully going through her special things. It was a cleansing for her Father and a travel back through time for her. A new awareness of how her childhood memories were carefully folded and stored away by her Mother. I listened as her seven siblings spoke of their mother and what it was like to grow up with only 12 years separating all of them. For that hour I was able to share in their lives as they honoured both their mother and their father with respect and so much humour. It was a lovely experience and I'm so glad that I was able to share it with them.
En route to where her father lives I realized that I was passing through my own time line of sorts. I drove passed the house that we lived in in Richmond Hill for 10 years, past the hospital where my youngest was born. That night as I drove to my other friends house (we met on our first day, first class of university), I slowly drove passed all of my family homes, our first house is now gone with a much larger one sitting in its place but our second and third homes look much the same. I realized as I drove down Bathurst St. that I was also passing the cemetery where my mothers ashes have rested for over 30 years. It occurred to me as I passed each spot that I could thank Mother Earth for supporting us during the years that we lived there. I was able to say hello again, thank you and good-bye. It was a wonderful feeling.
I am always so thrilled to realize that no matter how much time passes between visits with my friends, we just take up where we left off. I enjoyed the heartfelt comfort in being with those that I share a long history with. Thank you ladies.
I then travelled through more snow and super high winds to another friends home in Burlington, where to complete my circle of homes, I stopped by our last home before we moved here. It was a very interesting experience and I'm so happy that my travels allowed me to revisit all my pachamamitas within 24 hours. When I arrived at my friends she told me that she had been in an accident the night before and was feeling 'out of sorts'. I offered to do an energy retrieval for her and she happily agreed. The Qero healers believe that when you suffer a trauma of any sort a 'piece' of your energy field or bubble gets knocked out making one feel discombobulated and ill at ease., I searched for her 'missing pieces' and returned them to her bubble and did some further energy work to allow everything to flow smoothly again. Healing sleep finished the job and she felt like her old self the next morning.
I read cards for a lovely group of ladies for the day, sharing with them the stories and guidance that their guardians wanted to pass on to them.
The circle was completed as I headed home through storms to my love who has held my heart for over 30 years.
