So there was no ring, no fanfare, no making premature arrangements. Just a simple promise! He would love her always.
I followed the guided prompts with ease, and at the very end of the session I was guided to ask my Guardian’s name and so I did. Not expecting to get an answer
There was a subtlety to the way she got her point across. No words necessary. The sideways glance, an eye roll! If there was a loop, it was a tight one and you knew instantly if you weren’t in it.
Meddle, no I wouldn’t say meddled! Condescending, yes – she’s been that, but she has never meddled.
The past; yours and mine, are mere memories of journeys complete. As each day closes, that chapter is done, the story is told.
‘Keep quiet,’ she said to herself. Her mind racing in a thousand different directions, she knew she couldn’t keep this bottled up.
It was the beginning. Maybe of time, maybe of all things, maybe just of me! It was beautiful, magical, and serene. Although I could see, hear and smell everything, and be everything – nothing was there.
It isn’t denial. Although I have been asked empathetically several times since my husband’s cancer diagnosis, in no uncertain terms, well the terms probably were uncertain, as the words ‘ do you really understand what’s happening, because if you do you couldn’t possibly remain this upbeat, optimistic, positive’ have never actually left anyone’s lips, but the sentiment has been inferred. It is always well meaning, void of ill feeling and completely out of genuine concern, but never by anyone who truly knows me.
It got me thinking about how our body speaks to us in a language that is not always easy to understand, and can go completely unheard.
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