dear Dragonfli,
Your story touches me deeply and most directly.
I haven't posted in this forum before, but lately have begun to feel impelled to say hello here. Just saw your message and knew that this is the moment + space for me to respond.
I wish that I could share with you some dozen or more photos of my cats giving of their healing spirits, just like Pixel, as I slept. Images captured by my husband over the last 5-6 years, as my several chronic illnesses and pain sometimes bring me very low. Those pics have never been scanned. I should do something about that, I think :-)
Heart says I am to do what I can to help you in this, because I read and saw and felt and it all came right into me.
Now as I focus inward for guidance, I ask only that you send me, via whatever images may occur and arise within your heart's memory, That Which Words Cannot Say; and from here, all that is good and clear and whole, healing and free and rightly my own to offer, all that I find within, I send to you; and will write for you if I can, and as I can. Though I have to be away from the screen for a few hours, I will check back here later tonight, before midnight.
For the moment, I hope you will accept a poem in return for your (very healing and inspiring to me) story. This was written the fall of 2000, when I was confined to bed following surgery for a pre-cancerous condition which was (& sometimes still is) very frightening and painful. From the time I wrote these lines, my healing progressed much better; my peace of mind returned; I knew and truly could feel again that I was not alone: that All That Is was working within me moment by moment, toward my healing and the blessings of renewal.
"The Blue Lady" is my guide and is present with me since I was a very young child. Middle age has brought many internal crises alive in my consciousness; but for all my struggles, I find that when I return to acknowledgement of her presence, and enter again into thankfulness and loving conversation with her, many things come clear again for me; or at the least, I see my own obstructions and negative spaces; and within that clarity, strength is renewed and a calm heart speaks again inside of me.
Last night, in some distress of soul, I heard myself say aloud, without thinking, the opening lines written below. Mindfulness returned, remembrance of blessing returned, peace returned, and I slept.
I wondered "why" (as I'm all too prone to wonder (smile)) this "Forget not" woke up in me last night just when it did, for I hadn't "remembered" these lines in far too long.
Now I know "why" :-) May something here comfort you and your wife, and assist in the calming of fears and sadness and that sense of desperation some of us know all too well. May something here encourage you; and help to prepare and deepen and cleanse receptive ground where healing energy can flow into and through each of you, with purity and abundance, surrounding you with warm clear light and strong protection against all harm.
May the well of goodwill and lovingkindness open and flow for you here, because It Is, and because you have asked.
May others here with so very much to offer you follow and gather with great loving, healing, sustaining energy into this space you open through your love for your wife, your acknowledgement of your need, and your beautiful understanding of Pixel's devoted givingness.
Thank you so much for your message, Dragonfli.
It dissolves the shadow around my heart.
If this were not so, I could not make this post.
Thank you, as well, for your beautiful witness to the power
of trust, and the truths of the open heart.
Remembering connection and purpose and love's great reality,
your friend in Kentucky, & daughter of "The Blue Lady",
ana
“Forget not the Blue Lady’s blessing,
for She is always near”
I have stood in your flowing strength as in a River and known my prayers are heard
Descended fathoms of loneliness and you met me breathing there
Watched as the Morning Star trembled on your Face like a tear
Listened in peace, as the rain counts your children
Known I am numbered among them
You dance with Eagles, with each leaf of elm and oak
Soaring or falling, it is the same dance
No matter the changes, of creatures, of seasons
All summer you burn in the chicory flowers
When I am afraid, I will think of how purely your Beauty
Flames in the chicory flowers
The pair of mourning doves, perched making poems
On a bucket of rocks, in the rain, in my garden – they borrowed your Voice
Gazing out from my bed into afternoon’s
Still October light, I see
How your Mind is the ground of that, too –
Its present joys, as new as when I was a child
When again, all night, I have not slept,
Then you arise, setting free the Sun from your wide Blue robe
Creator of firebird and dove:
I am awake; I will rest
In all you have made
My soul is thankful
I am empty of fear
awm
8 October 2000