For all intents and purposes I was determined that I'd be staying home today. No markets, no yardsales, no grocery stores or butchers. We've been running the roads every single weekend since late April and to be honest, I'm a little exhausted! Regardless of my lazy bones and tired self, I was called out by something greater and bigger than me.
We needed eggs from the market and then just HAD to stop and see my lovely produce vendor. Tumeric and ginger and Black Krim tomatoes...mmmm.
Something more called me out today.
You see, last week I went to a medium event held by Spiritual Niagara, where not one but two loved ones came a'calling. I answered only to one, my father who's birthday is today. He rocked my entire being with his message. Remember the meaning of last week's Full Moon in Sagittarius while the Sun was in Gemini? Where logic and spirituality were to be married? It was also the 9th, a day of endings. And so it was the way of his message for me and the relief and gratitude I felt and still feel is immeasurable. If ever I was hesitant about mediums, it's since been put to rest.
The other was my Baba who was my step-gramma and probably the one who most influenced who I am today even though she passed away when I was 8 yrs old.
I remember sitting with her in the heat of the Summer and cutting and peeling apricots for canning. I remember her singing and canning and creating meals for events at the local Slovak Hall. I remember her making the most delicious deserts, unlike anything you could imagine today because fast and convenient takes the stage. I remember her gardens and how upset she would be with me when I'd eat all of her delicious currants. I'd tell myself that I'd only eat a few but that never ever happened. Those delicious globes of the fae were too good for my young self to resist.
Although I did not claim her message at the event, I'd been be far too overwhelmed by my father's messages, I did contact the medium who connected with her on Monday and I'm so grateful that I did. Her message to me was very reassuring and so supportive of exactly what I'm doing and exactly who I am.
The clincher though? Today, as we drove home from the market, we stopped at a few yard sales and got some incredible deals on practical kitchen items for fermenting and more but the last place we searched out through signs on posts was the true reason why we ventured out in the first place.
Set back in a circle, way at the back stood the house that my grandfather (Dedo) had built for my Baba, whom he loved with all of his heart, mind, and body. He continued so much of her ways after she passed away. I would swear it was to honour her and to keep her alive in everything he did from his cooking to gardening and life in general. I know he wasn't a perfect man but to me he was my loving Dedo. I learned so much from them both. But there, at that house, there was a yard sale and we had to stop. John looked at me knowingly; this was meant to be.
I asked the woman of the house how long she had lived there and sure enough, they bought the house from my Dedo. She had a thick Slavic accent and it felt like home. She was so lovely and loving when she spoke to me and shared things that I had never known. Off to the side were two boxes of jars. I inquired how much she wanted and she stammered a bit so I offered her $5. She agreed and said they were left in the house when she and her husband bought it and they probably belonged to my Baba. (Over 34 years ago) Well, of course, they did. She thanked me for stopping by and expressed how glad she was to have met me and told me how proud my Baba would have been of me and is as she watches over us all.
Of course I cried when I got back into the truck and of course, I felt her there with me the entire time. I can't even begin to share my awe or my gratitude for this small miracle that is in no way small.
I'm glad we ventured out today. I'm so full of emotion and closure but there's more to all of this that's just mine, just for me. Things that I can't possibly put into words.
These were my Baba's jars. I still cannot believe this beautiful gift. I'm going to mark them so that I don't end up gifting them away accidentally.
Me and Death? Oh We Go Way Back...
The Life of Death is a touching handdrawn animation about the day Death fell in love with Life. After being well received on various animation festivals and being featured on the EYE film DVD of Selected Dutch Shorts it is finally online!
Music by Ramon de Wilde
music tutorial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h80ugo4IPzc
I have known Death well since I was 5 years old. I've had to know and learn and accept in ways I see so many struggles with, that I have struggled with as well. However, now Death and I are old friends and through these lessons, I know that he does not ever create a finite end but instead ushers in a brand new resurrection of sorts.
Death invites rebirth into this cosmic world of Divinity's embrace. If we listen closely, if we watch for signs, symbols, and directions, we are always with those we have lost. They never truly leave us. The Otherworld is always within our grasp. We must never forget this.
I had to share. I know these words were needed for more than me.
So much love and such deep gratitude.
@ Variety Playhouse, Atlanta
Leah Song - vocals
Chloe Smith - vocals
Theresa Davis - words
Biko Casini - percussion
David Brown - bass
Spiritual Niagara's Postcards From Heaven
The next time that these gifted and beautiful women will be passing along their messages from Spirit will be on July 7th, 2017. If you'd like to attend please check out the Facebook page for more information by clicking on the button below.
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