Signs

For the most part, I believe in them. Or maybe it’s more of a I need to believe in them. And it seems to be more necessary now that my dad has died. I want to be able to connect with him so I “talk” to him through the moon, a butterfly that floats by, and other small unexpected things. As he was dying, there was a constant stream of hummingbirds that made their presence known to a few of my family members, as well as fluttering outside of my dad’s hospice room- so now everytime I see one I say “hello” to my dad.

I think it is possible to connect with spirits and other beings in realms that exist beyond ours. I think this is possible because everything is energy- and energy has the ability to show itself in many different ways. This is why I believe in magic. This is why I believe in love. Anyone and everyone is capable of this type of communication. It is simply a matter of tapping into that deeply rooted part of our intuition. It can be done with practice but I also believe it can happen unexpectedly. Sometimes the very act of trying too hard can set up boundaries. It is when we soften and allow ourselves to remain fully open in our hearts that these experiences can make themselves known to us. 

My soon-to-be niece will be making her grand presence into our world at any moment. I have had this image of my dad sitting with her and sharing his widely known words of wisdom as she prepares for her life in our world. I like the idea of them getting to know one another as grandfather and granddaughter- wherever their souls currently reside. I believe this time is near and my dad is watching out over all of us and sending his love which became all the more apparent as my mum, her dear friend and I were watching television this evening. I took a picture of what we saw (see photo). This little white heart came across the screen as a great big sign- not as a part of the commercial or movie we were watching- but in the screen itself. It spent some time here, and then *poof* it was gone! These are the signs. These are the reminders that the ones we love are always and forever with us. My father has died but my love for him has not. So where does the love go? Apparently everywhere…including my TV.