do you ever have inklings?
shannon wrote:
We are here. My experience of changing landscape is nowadays more of changing awareness on my part. Inklings, yes. Presence is always available, and I can lean into it or withdraw. Cast your net around and see what you find.
Several weeks ago I had a difficult Sunday morning, lots of strong emotions and recollections about Kim. Rather than push these difficulties away, like something outside intruding, I have been massaging them like kinked muscles of my interior. The intensity and memories passed and I naturally transitioned into preparing to visit a friend. Later, in the bathroom, I was overwhelmed with Kim's presence surrounding me in every direction -- everything I looked at was there by her choice, the paint on the wall, the linoleum of the floor -- and the emotions rushed up throughout my body and out my expressive facilities as cries and tears. CRASH! from down the hall... I looked around. The wall of the bedroom adjoining the bathroom, up above the chestofdrawers, is a shelf that has had several items for several years -- a concertina I gave her, some books, a wood box, and a framed photograph of the 3 of us. The photo was one she had arranged, the one professional family portrait we have, and one that I had brought to her when she was in hospital last February. The books had decided to fall sideways and push the box, which knocked the photo onto the floor, breaking the metal frame. I was wigged: her presence had seemed strong to me, so the crash seemed directly connected to that 'inkling', like she did it to express something from the beyond. Interestingly, when I later visited with my friend and told him of the episode, he suggested that the force was perhaps my energy; a suggestion that led me to massage my kinked inkling into supple varieties of the possible beyond that ridged original impression.
love you
-K
do you ever have inklings? feelings that someone is there? i was just so overcome, I had to reach out.
We are here. My experience of changing landscape is nowadays more of changing awareness on my part. Inklings, yes. Presence is always available, and I can lean into it or withdraw. Cast your net around and see what you find.
Several weeks ago I had a difficult Sunday morning, lots of strong emotions and recollections about Kim. Rather than push these difficulties away, like something outside intruding, I have been massaging them like kinked muscles of my interior. The intensity and memories passed and I naturally transitioned into preparing to visit a friend. Later, in the bathroom, I was overwhelmed with Kim's presence surrounding me in every direction -- everything I looked at was there by her choice, the paint on the wall, the linoleum of the floor -- and the emotions rushed up throughout my body and out my expressive facilities as cries and tears. CRASH! from down the hall... I looked around. The wall of the bedroom adjoining the bathroom, up above the chestofdrawers, is a shelf that has had several items for several years -- a concertina I gave her, some books, a wood box, and a framed photograph of the 3 of us. The photo was one she had arranged, the one professional family portrait we have, and one that I had brought to her when she was in hospital last February. The books had decided to fall sideways and push the box, which knocked the photo onto the floor, breaking the metal frame. I was wigged: her presence had seemed strong to me, so the crash seemed directly connected to that 'inkling', like she did it to express something from the beyond. Interestingly, when I later visited with my friend and told him of the episode, he suggested that the force was perhaps my energy; a suggestion that led me to massage my kinked inkling into supple varieties of the possible beyond that ridged original impression.
love you
-K
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