Monday, December 12, 2011

I Hear

At the start of the meeting as is the custom I went to draw a “Well Being” card from the deck.  These cards are from authors, Jerry and Ester Hicks.

The cards were fanned out but one card lay fully exposed. 

My eyes fell upon it – it had the puff ball on it:

-the logo of the book the “Wishing Year”......

                                                            Photo Courtesy of Our Perspective Photography
......that inspired a shift changing weekend; where 6 women dared to journal and write out wishes –seeds put out into the universe to manifest.
                                                  Photos Courtesy of Our Perspective Photography
....seeds that permitted me to become airborne with a decision to let go of something not quite right.


“Too easy” I thought as I fixated on the card, “I want a surprise.”  “No” a voice corrected, as I reached for another. “This is your card.”....I took the card.
Settled between two Sisters on the couch, one Sister on my left announced that Jerry Hicks had passed away. 
Past experience has shown me when the name, “Gerry” (my late husband) comes up to pay attention.  So it was with curiosity I was listening to my Sister on the left when my Sister on the right of me interjected, “Oh, Ester will miss him so much.” “He was the wind beneath her wings.”
Emotion sprang up and leaked out my eyes.
I was unprepared and I was transported back in time to Gerry’s funeral - a 40 year old widow humbly kneeling in front of a picture of Gerry in front of a filled church; the song, “You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings” speaking the words I wish I had shared earlier.
As I write this I am reminded of words my Sister on my left stated later on in our meeting, “The beauty of death strips away Ego”
How true; , realizations laid bare too late.
Upon hearing the cause of my tears, our Chair Sister calmly welcomed Gerry’s presence.  She then asked me to keep my card for awhile.  
Anger and tolerance had a brief wrestling match.  Did she not know I could outfit a library with the amount of self help books I have read and she thinks hanging onto this puff ball happiness card is something I don’t know?   “Okay, Shirley just keep quiet and don’t make a fuss, breath and go with the flow.” “Trust “was  a small part of her sharing. 
Giving was the larger part.  Our Chair Sister came bearing gifts for all.  My gift came in the form of a book.  She had been at a silent retreat and when her eyes fell upon my gift – an urging voice kept telling her this is for Shirley.   
Trust was supposed to be her lesson to be learned....it became mine and once again I am humbled. Humility and vulnerability continually become my strengths.
I now had two puff balls!
The book’s inscription reads:
Whether you turn to the right or the left,
Your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying,
                             “This is the way; walk in it”
Isaiah 30:21
My loving Giver and Messenger wrote:
As you gave me a book of seeds
So now I give one to you
Be Blessed

Puff Balls – Seeds - Wishes
The Wind Beneath - to carry them
Blessings   raining down blooming into Manifestations

I Hear

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1 comment:

  1. This is such a beautiful post, Shirley - much love to you! xoxo Erin