I shared the story about Lenette’s visit and wrote of no voice. I must clarify that her voice spoke to me, but it came from everywhere in my apartment. It was her, and I was awake.
Her message was clear, and I felt her love and concern. She wants me to be okay with her being gone. She wants me to be productive, to write, to keep my mind active, and to relate. I will listen to her.
Is what I believe happened for real? I don’t know and may never know, but I felt it was, and I do feel better about her being gone and where I am at.
I know I must write, and I do this every day. I want to write about her, us, and the stuff we did together. We did many things and did not wait for more money or events to give us the freedom to travel, adventure, and explore; we simply went for it and grew from all of it.
Sometimes, serendipity ran our lives. There is no question that the spiritual events we experienced in Mexico influenced our lives. There is no explanation for many of the events that happened to us. Even the loss of a child in strange ways made Camp Shasta a reality and brought Jeff into our lives.
Then, a talk I gave to a group of professionals about their staff problems led to a 40-year journey of learning, teaching, and meeting many remarkable people. And, of course, more adventures for Lenette and me. What more is there?
–oo0oo–
What happened or did not to me?
Lenette came and spoke to set me free.
She told me she was fine and happy and that I need to be okay.
That I need to be like this each day.
I searched my room to find and see her.
She was not there, but I heard her for sure.
She was in every room at the same time.
She spoke, and I listened to every line.
I was awake, no sleeping for sure.
To hear her speak was loving and pure.
Her being in my room was an amazing thing.I heard her, but did not see her, to this I cling.
–oo0oo–
Time flies by, or it crawls so slowly we wonder why.
Time is not the problem it is what we do or try.
There are times when I write that words come and go.
When they are hard to find, I write slow.
I search for them, knowing what I want.
There are times when it’s the font.
I enjoy the fun I have with words.
It’s like looking at the sky and all the birds.
There are so many of every kind.
Birds and words both blow my mind.
What matters are the words I use to mean what I say.
If they do, this will make my day.
