It has been a crazy time here. So I am just getting to you post here.
Thank you for the prayers and the time in the River of Love.. I read something earlier, a poem from Daddy-O and in it Love was a swimming teacher...well not really but it was beautifully touching and clever...but it reminded me of the River of love flowing from the divine where we can bask at will. It was you and Aleah who created or revealed perhaps, this place between worlds that can so heal what sometimes seems inconsolable.
We got to visit with Geoff and some friends from US and Canada yesterday. What a joy that was. I hadn't really noticed before how quiet our life is here. It is just George and I for the most part, so it was wonderful to share a meal and some time with some spirit led people.
Our power is soon going to be cut off for a scheduled outage so I can't catch up much right now. but I hope you are feeling better now, Kim. We saw on the news it is already getting very cold up your way. Hard to imagine just a couple weeks ago Tiny and Dave were jumping in the waves of your great lake.
I used to think I was the ultimate scaredy cat, no let me rephrase that, I was the ultimate scaredy cat. Then I started thinking, "If I can converse with ghosts and not be the least bit afraid,... then I must be getting braver right? Within reason that is, still not going to find me doing that on the glass walkway over looking the Grand Canyon. Nope, no way man!
No way, sounds like a good theme for the next action movie...What kind of crazy person thought that would be a good idea? LOL Okay...I guess there are plenty of people that have no fear of heights or for their life and I suppose they would enjoy it...But it's good solid granite for my feet and that's well away from the Canyon"s rim.
I hope PP is okay and settled now. The Canadian friends we just met with are in her summer "neck of the woods". Vancouver. I believe PP is still on V Island whereas they are outside of Vancouver in Gibson.
I think I am learning to know my bird friends on their terms and not mine. Not sure what I am trying to say here. They do understand language but more so where it springs from, images, feelings..mindal heart.... and they respond in kind with patience and practice. I've only had a few successes so far but then I don't practice nearly enough. Love is the basis of just about everything if not everything...all beings on this planet are capable of responding to love in kind.... universal language you know...Your on-going experiences with your birds sounds...magical. That's the way it feels for me with kids. Stepping into their space for a little while is spiritual sustenance for me, the same for flowers. You can talk about birds anytime. We can pull out all the books we for identifying, and learning everything about them. Our family loves birds, always seizing the opportunity to stop what were doing to appreciate their wonderment. Dave is great at identifying the songs of the ones around here. My sister and I send pictures back and forth all the time of birds and flowers.
Okay the power line workers are chattering away outside so I had better sign off.
Love you guys,