An Upward Chord

Do you ever feel something reaching down to you from heaven?

Steve at Sunrise at Starseed Sanctuary

At the age of eight, my Nana McCarthy was suddenly stricken with pancreatic cancer. Mom and Dad drove us from Florida to Pennsylvania to see her in the hospital. She was so kind, wondering if we had had enough to eat even on her sickbed. There Mom and she spoke, and I admired her, as she was easy to adore. When walking to exit the room I turned to see her in her white gown. Time stood still and my future voice said, “Last time I see her.” The moment stretched, and then ended, and there was a year of tears that followed. Some years later I passed blooming yellow roses, her favorite flower. The branches were heavy with bright unfolding blooms, and the rose bush shimmered and shook in the breeze. The roses for a second appeared like suns lit by a world behind this world.

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Camping with Babes and Being Elemental

Last night we took the babes camping next to a pristine New England river. The rocks stretch out into the shallow water and there’s places to dip into the cold river. As we set up the tents, our little angels squeaked and jumped and played like little prairie dogs. After hiking and swimming, staring at the mountains, eating vegetables, and snuggling by the fire, the tent was a welcome sleep space. The night was cold and I suffered a bit from lack of sleep and a crying one year old.

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