I have hit a monumental moment in my soul chart like never before, and the washing machine of life has turned into nothing but pure spin cycle. This human has gotten angry and run the gamut of emotions over the past several weeks, but what hurts my heart most, even though it is clearly a moment unavoidable, is the fact that my work is sidelined due to illness. I am in quarantine and it's going to be at least another week. Breaks my heart, but nothing I can do other than try to walk in a state of grace and give myself the love this body so desperately requires.
And, without fail, Spirit swooped in for one of the most remarkable moments aside from feeling my father. You see, this Medium, while knowing full well that my father has made appearances in dreams and through goosebumps and quick flashing images, cannot connect with those closest to me in the way that I would if I were giving a reading to someone. I can see the signs, hear things, but it is so very rare, unless in dreams, that I connect like a reading. I just don't work that way. And what I hope is that I get to add "yet" to that statement. For this is an ever growing and changing learning environment.
As usual, I digress, but there has to be some back story to understand the full magnitude of the experience I was given yesterday.
Growing up I learned to twirl baton and was part of a 40 strong corps of girls. The lady that taught us was Bev Lougheed, God rest her soul thanks to cancer taking her when I was 12 years of age. Bev was married to a wonderful, hilarious man named Frank, and part of this family included a daughter a few years older than me, Sabrina. Sabrina and I were like sisters. Inseparable. And Frank and Bev were like another mother and father for me. Right down to me having a nickname, "Mushroom", because I was so teeny, and quite possibly because I am one of those kept in the dark and fed bullshit throughout my life, lol. Frank passed earlier this year and Sabrina and I were keeping close tabs during this time frame. Sabrina was with her dad when he passed and a few days prior, I had told her to tell him that "mushroom" said hi and that I loved him. When he was told this, he smiled.
Yesterday found us together on the phone for one of our regular conversations. And, still being so fresh, I let Sabrina know to really honor that the physical loss takes time and it is still all very recent. As she was talking about his final days and after his passing, she relayed to me a story about a frog she found in her shoe, and, after placing it far away it came back. I stopped her dead in her sentence and said, "Wait. Don't say anymore. What does Kermit the Frog mean to you?" as I had seen this image while she was talking. Sabrina laughed. She expressed that when they were growing up that she would ask what's for dinner and get the response, "Turtle soup and frogs legs. Kermit the Frog." I was stunned. And she, probably a little taken aback too. I then continued to relay his gratitude for all that she did towards the end. I then was told to reminder her of his fingers placed on her chin. And, here is the response I got this morning from Sabrina.
"Donna I know what dad was meaning when he said to u chin I would get dad to put his thumb under my chin because the bone part of my chin is got to lumps in the bone last night I thought what was dad saying and wham I smiled knowing this was what dad was talking about
Had to share this with u