Becoming Something Else
Love, Loss and Miracles
Dear friend,
The entry in my diary reads “Mam’s Day.”
Time has a way of slipping out of memory.
If it wasn’t written there in pixels, the date might pass me by. My brother-in-law always messages me; he has an impressive databank of anniversaries and birthdays stored someplace. He’s a keeper of sacred dates.
His reminders too show up on a screen in pixels.
Mam used to keep them in her neat handwriting, blue ink in a worn notebook by the phone.
Seven years ago around this time, Kevin and me were in a hospital corridor in Whitehaven, Cumbria, trying to take in what a kindly professional doctor was telling us. I remember the sweat on his brow, and the unrealness of the moment.
We were signing a “non-suss” agreement.
The hope you cling to shifts in moments like this — from the physical to the non-physical realms.
Mam wasn’t coming back as she’d been for us; ever a star of stability, guiding our wandering curiosity, calling us home to that lush garden under the changing Cumbrian skies.
Cocooned.
Flying now.
It was her time.
I was glad Kevin was next to me.
“I put two sons on this earth,” she would later tell us through a psychic medium friend of Kevin’s, “do not be strangers to each other.”
Later that afternoon, she left her physical body, and I experienced a vision I’ve written about here before and share openly again for the message it contains.
Mam died with awe and wonder on her face as figures of light came into her hospital room — and she was free.
What we call death.
Is change.
We leave our physical forms, and we go on.
Life is eternal.
I cannot think of it any other way.
To do so would be dishonest, and to deny the gifts Mam gave and continues to give.
Why wait for our moment of release to realise the truth of ourselves?
We can all deepen our connection to the eternal soul that temporarily animates our beautiful biology.
There are so many wisdom teachings to choose from.
Even if you simply choose to release stubborn judgments against yourself and others.
Spend more time in nature without taking pictures of it on your phone — breathe, and pay attention to the song of the natural world.
Refuse to be unkind.
No matter how much your false self tells you the other person deserves your wrath.
When everyone is you,
there is only self-condemnation — and that cuts us off from the flow of peace and abundance this moment offers.
And let your body process the loss you’re carrying.
These are words I need to hear over and over again so I can go beyond them.
Into the feeling of being part of,
not apart from,
nature.
Seven years — and I am becoming something else.
Not even the cells of my body are the same.
Who can pretend to understand?
The miracles of love and light on which we stand and move and where we meet.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey