Storytelling...

No pretences.
This is what I offer here...no pretence....meaning~ a false reason or explanation that is used to hide the real purpose of something.

This space is my heart
pure
raw
open
honest.

This space holds my stories
my experiences
my truths
my revelations
my perspective

...it's not for everyone
and thats okay 
I Trust that those this space would matter to
will find me...

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Today I want to share a story with you about something that happened this week...well it really started over the weekend with a phone call, 

it went something like this....

"Hey it's Yvonne. Just wondering if you could  come sometime to do Alice's hair. 

She is not doing so good...pause... 

She would just like to have it styled.

Let me know."

How am I going to fit that in?

I'll figure it out.

*

Morning comes and it is on my list of things to do.

The phone rings.

"Yes, yes of course I can do that. 

What is Alice's number?

I will call there and text you as to when I am going."

* 

the text:

Hey, going there tomorrow at 11:00.

gonna need to have to cancel lunch with you

just too busy

xo

response:

No problem

me too

probably be at there

fixing the garbarater

Its a clear winter morning

no rain today.

I feel it in my chest as I pack up my things to go and do Alice's hair.

How bad will she be?

What will Ian be like?

What will be the mood in the home?

I let the questions come in and out

I don't pay too much mind to them

it is what it is.

I find their place no problem

and I wonder if Yvonne is there

as I get out of the truck and walk up to the door.

I ring the bell...

Ian answers the door.

The house is still and immediately

through the pleasantries of our greetings

I see him

His emotions press upon my heart

and I see the boy with in him

I see the uncertainty

I feel the loss

Like a little boy, who has lost his dog....

I go to the kitchen to set up my things

tools are on the kitchen counter

things are being repaired

John, Yvonne's husband

has gone to get some parts...

"Is Yvonne here?"

Ian has gone to get Alice.

I wait in anticipation...

And then she is there,

coming in with the helping hand of her husband

and her daughter in law

my friend

walking behind her.

The moment I see Alice, I know

I know she is already some where the rest of us are not.

She is Luminous. 

I am enveloped in her beauty.

There is an instance of shock in seeing the frailty of her body

but shock is quickly replaced with an awe

being in the presence of such Spiritual radiance.

I walk over to her and give her a hug

She accepts it willingly

She is aware of every moment

She is more alive than she ever has been

And yet

most of us in the room know

Alice's time is slowing.

My eyes meet those of my friend.

We share this knowledge

her and I

the knowledge of loss

the knowledge of seeing someone cross over

you never forget

once you have been

you immediately recognize it.

And in the moment our eyes meet,

I know lunch is back on....

whatever I felt was so important no longer exists

it disappears 

into the reality of the fragility of life

the fine line between living and dying.

Alice tells me that this time,

her body will not win the fight.

I tell her I think she looks beautiful...

like an angel.

She graciously accepts.

There is a laugh about how it took her sudden prognosis to get the garbarater fixed...

1 1/2 years it has been since it stopped working

only 4 weeks since the doctors visit

funny

she will probably never use the garbarater

and no one will forget the doctor's words.

As I blow dry her hair I am swept away

into the reality of the situation...

the familiarity of it

like a jacket I used to wear, but has been put away

for quite sometime.

And then I begin to see them

those who are waiting for her

Yvonne's mom and dad are there....

together
and there is others
that I don't know
waiting

I tell them I can not pay attention to them

because I will not be able to keep it together if I do.

And I feel her

The Angel of Death

we have been acquainted, her and I 

yes

today she is a her and there she is

in the farthest corner of the room

She is beautiful

flowing robes fall around her

pinks

light blue

translucent colours

bright 

warm

white light

and peace

a great peace across her face

"This is now God and Alice's time," She says to me.

For they have already spoken

Alice and God

and she will stay until she is ready to go...

it is her choice

it is 

the in between....

I cry on the way to the pub

this was such a gift for me

to be there

with Alice

such a gift

I am filled with gratitude

my heart is bursting out of my chest

to be in the presence of a Soul about to leave the body

there are no words to describe

the honour one feels

the closeness to Divinity

like the breathe that hangs on a frosty morning

or a starry winters night

Beauty beyond beauty

We had lunch

it was good

both marinating in the now

remembering the before

and looking forward to the later

Life

a gift

Death 

an even greater one.

Joining up with Sadee here 

Love and Light


in the busy season
embrace the ones you love
don't get caught up in that which does not matter
hold on to that which does
Life is but a fine, sparkling thread
sometimes
we need that reminder
*blessings*

part two found here