Sacred Light

A Grandmother has ears that truly listen, arms that always hold, a love that’s never ending, and a heart that is made of gold. ~ Author Unknown (Holidays 1984, our last Christmas  together before she passes away on Dec 21, 1985) While I was pregnant with RJ, I had the experience with my grandmother I had been hoping for, waiting for, for nearly three decades. It was January 2012; exactly one year had passed since I had left the Mormon Church.  We had been with my parents to ring in the New Year at their home. Going to stay for an extended visit at their home was always upsetting to my parents, and to me, after I left the church. I couldn’t be present in their home for very long without one of them eventually engaging me about the loss of my testimony. Those conversations never went well. I would end up in tears feeling so terrible for disappointing them; yet, I was really proud of myself for finally living and speaking my truth. I couldn’t give that up for an...

The last message from mom came to me at the one year mark of her passing.  I recognized Thursday, May 7 th , 2015 as the one year anniversary of her leaving the body behind and re-entering the spirit realm. Even though she died on the 8 th  it was the day, not the date, which mattered to me; and, it was an amazing day reconnecting with my mom! We spent most of the day coloring a picture together.  But, that was just the beginning...              On Wednesday, the 6 th , after doing my evening meditation instead of going up to bed I was inspired to do something different. I went hunting for all of my many art supplies. I had been meaning to start doing art work again; and, at this moment, even though it was late, I was determined to begin.            I had had my mom’s roll top desk for nearly a year now. However, I had not put any of my art materials in it like I thought I would ...

Sunday June 8th, 2014 saying goodbye to Rich. He is leaving for 3 months to embark on his next adventure in life as a US Marine. But first, he must earn that title at a brutal boot camp. The second time I channeled a message from mom, it was for me. It was just a few days before my 46 th birthday at the end of that long depressing summer. I was going to see my dad before we left for Richards’s graduation from Marine boot camp in San Diego, California.               M y birthday is 9/11. 9/11/2014 was 'Family Day' for the graduating Marines in Richard's Company. I would finally get to see my son for the first time, after three long months apart, on my birthday! Rich had left for boot camp three days after his high school graduation, 6/8/2014. I missed him beyond words that summer which added to my depression. I couldn’t wait to see him again!           On Saturday, Sept 6th I was going to visit my dad t...

It’s a special bond that spans the years. Through laughter, worry, smiles, and tears. A sense of trust that can’t be broken, a depth of love sometimes unspoken. A lifelong friendship built on sharing, hugs and kisses, warmth and caring. Mother and daughter, their hearts as one, a link that can never be undone. ~ Author Unknown I channeled three letters from my mom in the first year following her death. The first letter was for my father, the second letter was for me, and the third time there was something for both of us.            The day after mom passed, I went home to be with my family. The funeral was scheduled for Saturday, May 17 th , 2014. Randy was still out of town. There was a lot to do before I could go back to help my dad get ready for the funeral. Richard was a senior. He was leaving for boot camp in less than a month to become a Marine. Life is busy anyway at the end of the school year with a senior, trying ...