I’m still relatively new to accepting.y spiritual side. Becoming a Reiki Master has helped tremendously. Today is the 14th anniversary of Priscilla’s death. She was my love and best friend. Her death was sudden and unexpected. The last time I heard from her she wanted to know if I wanted any avocados. We loved reading philosophy books with the passion of a 20-something believing we had lived long enough to know everything. Seattle was our first real home, but later it was the Bay Area. Today I went to the Boardwalk where we once did mushrooms and rode the rides all day. I have always been more timid about these kinds of things so I did way less a full dose, while she did the maximum recommended. But I have to admit I was suddenly not afraid of rollercoasters and we rode the Giant Dipper all night. I went there to walk, remember, and mourn. When I started to walk on the crowded beach I said “If you’re with me, let me find a full, unbroken sand dollar.” I quickly dismissed this thought thinking “it just doesn’t work that way.” Plus I haven’t found one in years. I chose the sand dollar because it was one of the first kinds of shells I found as a kid on the beach. As I walked along the beach I actually found three unbroken ones. I of course ground each one. It’s hard to chalk it up to a coincidence especially given the significance of the number three spiritually. So I said “”thank you.” I was grateful and felt better than I have in a while having been plagued with depression for about a year and especially since my father died. I’ll always miss her now and forever. We’ll be connected through time and space, as I always knew we would be.
Chestnut Cowboy 