SPRING TAKES A HOLIDAY

I awoke this Morning and there was two inches of snow on the ground. We now have five or six and it is forecast that we may receive fifteen inches before it is done. That would be a record. The record, for any day in April is 13.6 inches on April 14, 1983.

Of course, this gives me experience in learning to surrender to what is. Actually, it is not bad. The air is filled with falling snow. I have finished my outside chores. All I need to do is gather the eggs this evening. The falling snow gives me the sense that I am living in a soft white cocoon. I don't have to go out in it. It is cozy.

I had an Aunt, whom I was once very close to, die yesterday Morning. My Mother was the oldest of nine children. Her family lived less than two blocks away. In fact our houses were connected by an alleyway. We trafficked between houses daily. The four younger of my Mother's sibs were more like brothers and sisters to us [my brothers and sister] than Aunts and Uncles.

This particular Aunt was about eight years older than me. When I was 8 or 9 she and her girl friends loved to tease me. Of course, I loved it; getting attention of such Goddesses was wonderful.

This is not a time for grieving. She wanted to leave and I celebrate her decision.

The death of one close to me is not an end. Love lasts forever. Of course an unforeseen death is a shock and can send one reeling. Fortunately I have experienced few of those events in my life. My parents died gracefully and home in bed. They were ready to go. I feel I can talk to them as freely now as I could when they were alive and now they can understand what might have been a puzzle to them when they were still in the body.

Likewise, I now envision my Aunt seeing clearly what might have been foggy before. I see her being aware of the unconditional love that surrounds us all. As I sit here I can feel a connection with her. I can see her as a teenager with her red lipstick and saddle shoes looking at me with a quizzical look.

No, I don't think folks leave us when they die. They may go on to other adventures, they may go to other worlds, but we don't lose our connection. We can't lose our connection, because we are one. We are all part of Source and we are returning to Source. On our journey, let us experience great adventure and great joy, let us love each other tenderly. We will rejoin and cross each others' paths many times on the way to the awareness of absolute oneness.

Love and Peace,  Gregg