Monday,
February 08, 2010
FLOWERS
STORY
Here is one of the
stories within a story already told. (see past blogs)
It was the day the VGH Spiritual Services chaplain came to see me. She was delightful and while we were having a wonderful conversation, my friend, Karen arrived to visit. I asked Karen if she could come back in a 1/2 hour or so and she was able to do just that. She returned, and joined in the conversation with the Chaplain and me. Just then, Mary arrived. The 4 of us had a wonderful conversation.
Shortly after, the Chaplain - who's name is Caryn (see Karen story blog) - left. Karen had brought with her a beautiful bouquet of flowers for me. She had asked at the desk and had had no luck in finding a vase.
The 3 of us visited a bit and then before they left, Mary and Karen gave me a Reiki session.
It was during this Reiki session that I noticed the thought - "ask Karen to take the flowers home with her to enjoy them for me." Mary had left, leaving Karen alone with me, so I took a deep breathe and followed my intuitive thought, asking her outloud. I added that I felt that it would be a healing journey for the both of us. We got excited about the possibilities. I pictured hearing tales of the flowers.
I am so grateful I found the voice to speak outloud my intuitive thought. The universe provided a spectacular unfolding of events beyond our wildest dreams. In fact, the story still continues to this day - 27 days later, for talking to Karen just now, she said that there are still a few flowers left.
I hope Karen writes her side of the story to share with you on my blogspot.
I was delighted daily with stories of Karen's journey of discovery. She was surprised to find that the colors of the flowers were the colors in a mandella, hanging on her wall, that she had painted. She took pictures. Once developed, she saw flaws. I was excited about the imperfections. It was so perfect. Dah! I was in the hospital... the imperfections were reflecting me in the moment. The Universe was leading the dance. Our eyes and minds were being opened, the Universe was revealing images within the picture. All was beautiful. Perfect.
Loving memories to charish.
Lynn k
Feb 8/10
It was the day the VGH Spiritual Services chaplain came to see me. She was delightful and while we were having a wonderful conversation, my friend, Karen arrived to visit. I asked Karen if she could come back in a 1/2 hour or so and she was able to do just that. She returned, and joined in the conversation with the Chaplain and me. Just then, Mary arrived. The 4 of us had a wonderful conversation.
Shortly after, the Chaplain - who's name is Caryn (see Karen story blog) - left. Karen had brought with her a beautiful bouquet of flowers for me. She had asked at the desk and had had no luck in finding a vase.
The 3 of us visited a bit and then before they left, Mary and Karen gave me a Reiki session.
It was during this Reiki session that I noticed the thought - "ask Karen to take the flowers home with her to enjoy them for me." Mary had left, leaving Karen alone with me, so I took a deep breathe and followed my intuitive thought, asking her outloud. I added that I felt that it would be a healing journey for the both of us. We got excited about the possibilities. I pictured hearing tales of the flowers.
I am so grateful I found the voice to speak outloud my intuitive thought. The universe provided a spectacular unfolding of events beyond our wildest dreams. In fact, the story still continues to this day - 27 days later, for talking to Karen just now, she said that there are still a few flowers left.
I hope Karen writes her side of the story to share with you on my blogspot.
I was delighted daily with stories of Karen's journey of discovery. She was surprised to find that the colors of the flowers were the colors in a mandella, hanging on her wall, that she had painted. She took pictures. Once developed, she saw flaws. I was excited about the imperfections. It was so perfect. Dah! I was in the hospital... the imperfections were reflecting me in the moment. The Universe was leading the dance. Our eyes and minds were being opened, the Universe was revealing images within the picture. All was beautiful. Perfect.
Loving memories to charish.
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