I received the gift of remembering, and knowing.
My gift came several years ago, but I was reminded by
Sarah, a few days ago. She sent good will to her friend,
Renee.
We all link to blogs, read a bit and go on. But Renee, hit a sore spot. Renee gave me goose-bumps. Renee, made me remember. So in turn, Sarah and Renee, gave me a gift.
Let Fly!
So here is my gift.
I haven't told many, about what I experienced. It was mine to know. And it's what I believe.
11 years and 2 months ago, my husband was diagnosed with Multiple Myloma. It's a cancer that develops through the bone marrow. (a gift from his stint in Vietnam and agent orange). Our world as we knew it changed forever. When Richard, (husband), found out, he was devastated. At that time he was told that there wasn't a lot they could do besides chemo and radiation. Big whoop! He was given 18 months. And I thought, how dare they tell him that. That is not going to happen.
My husband, had said to me, "what if it is all that I have left to live?" And all I could tell him was, "well it will be the best 18 months you will ever have". I wanted him to know that he had to think he had a million years ahead of him. He had to Know!
We got through the first round and the second round...etc.that lasted a year, we even left home and lived in a sterile hospital room for 3 months. He had a bone marrow transplant that WORKED! Of course, there was daily and monthly treatments to keep his cancer repressed, but he was living again.
I always believed and always asked, to keep my husband strong and healthy and safe. But, to whom am I asking?
I am not a highly religious person, but I've always believed in the power. It was this power within me that helped us get through this change in our lives. I asked for guidance and strength, but from where? Heck if I know, I just knew, I believed. If I could take on his or anyone's burden I'd do it in a flash. But let me get to the nitty gritty of the gift I received, with another slight detour. My husbands, Mother was a very gifted soul.
We had our ins and outs, me being the "daughter-in-law"... I wasn't taking her son away. We became very close through out the years, after we stopped competing for the love of one human being.
6 years after my husbands transplant, the cancer started moving again. While dealing with this, my mother-in-law passed away. It was totaly unexpected and I didn't know how my husband would handle it. He did okay, I was the one who went bonkers. Who was I going to confide in, who could I talk about the things we studied, the spirtuality, the path of our lives? I truly loved her.
Two weeks after her passing I asked for a healing for my husband, I didn't ask for guidance or an orpportunity. I was adament, I wanted a healing...that's what I got.
I went to sleep telling not asking!
I felt myself awaking, like I had to get up, and as I turned over to get up, I heard a voice in my mind, don't open your physical eyes, watch and listen..I envisoned my eyes opening, but yet they were closed. The air around me went quiet. I felt the stillness. The sounds of the outside world went still. Yet I felt an air of silence. It's a feeling, just a feeling. My body was turned on it's side facing the door of my bedroom and then I felt the presence of an overwhelming light. In my minds eye I saw the precesion of the High Holy Healers enter, into my bedroom, with an amber glow like candle light. They were led by my Mother-in-law. I only knew it was her because of her small height. Yet just a feeling. Knowing. She was clothed in a white gown of simple cotton, how do I know, I don't, I just know. She is followed by the 3 Holy men. How do I know, I just know. I know they are there to guide her to heal. I know they are the High Holy Healers. The air has a scent of insense, I hear the chanting in Latin. I know. But how do I know? I see them wave their hands over my husband, speaking, chanting, blessing. I see my Mother-in-law look directly into my eyes, she doesn't say a physical word, but I hear her speak the words. "I am a healer now! I simply am.".
I knew in that very monmet that my husband was healed of that particular cancer. I knew it with my whole being. I also knew that she came as a healer and not as the Mother, that he knew. I felt that the High Holy Healers were there to guide her in her first healing, I just believed. And in that knowing, I learned that the power of my thought brought the healing of light and unconditional love. I just know.
A light in someones eye, a smile, the mention of a friend in a blog post, that touches someones spirtit.
A gift.
We are many, we are one!
Merry Christmas
Shhh sleep now!
Yep I'm still working on Halloween! Oh I've got snowmen Wips, and a Santa or Two, in the works, but it ain't over til it's over! I still have candy to buy, and maybe a costume to disguise myself...and I haven't carved my pumpkin yet! Rush Rush Rush, and before you know it, that Jolly old Man with a twinkle in his eye, will be wishing us a Merry Christmas to All!!!
Just waiting for the new moon, so in the mean time I created this Victorian style Moon Man! I'm still working on Halloween pieces. I always work on Halloween, can't stop! But this guy was in my head and I had to start working on him. So here he is...only 3 days on Ebay, starting tomorrow. Now it's time to catch a few more moon beams and wish upon a star. Umm, what am I going to create next?
It's all because of the Man in the Moon. He's there, watching all of us, lighting the way. He'll leave for a bit, but he'll come back, he always does, giving us that awe inspiring celestial show, that only he can do. Hope you enjoyed his iridescent span of glow, mine was a silvery golden blue, before the wispy clouds rolled in. But he was still there, and I anxiously wait for the next light of the silvery moon.
I know I know I keep making a mess! But you see, when I mix the pulp, and use what I need, I always have some left. So begins another character! I promise they will get done.
I've been working on this painting, an image of children at the sea shore. I've had this image in my head for months. I am a huge, huge, huge,(did I say HUGE?), fan of Bessie Pease Gutmman, the famous artist, who captured the pure essence of children. Her images always makes my breath catch. If I could only illustrate as she did...anyway, there is no way I could ever paint as she did! But when an image triggers something in you to create, well that is what art is all about. 
I've been working on these row houses, fun, fun, fun...lots of color and crayons! Now it's time for fine tuning, they need the tweak to make them POP! But what to choose? I have boxes and tubs full of great stuff, locks, knobs, ancient hinges with 100 year old rust still on them, dare I leave the rust on? I'll probably list these on Etsy, with in a week or so, but it all depends...I get lost going through all of my treasures, and get side-tracked.
I finished my chair. Now I can get back to my sculpting and painting. I'll show ya what I'm working on soon.
