My Gramma

I have to say, the last 10 or so years of learning about my clair audient skills have paid off.  I am able to keep tabs on my Gramma now that she has passed to the otherside.  She has been seeing family and friends, eating, and painting - yes painting! Portraits! Castles - Scottish of course, even tho she was a Finn.  Apparantly this was something she wished she knew how to do and I am thrilled to know she is having a nice time without us, hahahaha.

I am often amazed and did that really happen, but a shout out to Erik Medhus is needed for giving her a hand over there!  My heart swells with so much love.

I think this is a good day to post this, as I just realized I have survived 3 months today now with her in another form.  I sure miss my Gramma, I would love a hug.

Feeling a little Rumi today

...All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
the day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home... Rumi (1207-1273)