Day 2179 – Day 2191
My mother comes to visit, in the shadows that are not shadows. I see her in the space behind me, out of sight but not out of sense. She comes when I’m in trouble. I know that she has something to tell me. This time, I can’t focus to listen.
I feel guilty that for two years now I have not taken her with me, on an adventure, to remember her on the day she died. Last year, I was fighting for my life. This year, I was trying not to remember how close to joining her I came. Denial never works for long.
And she is here this week. This week when all the medical tests that have been postponed over and over again finally happened. This week when one of the remaining surgical procedures that I needed has happened. This week when I’ve spent days wandering a fog-filled landscape somewhere between waking and sleeping. This is the week she appeared.
I spoke to her as I descended into a physical detox of suffering and shaking and told her: talk to CMF (1000 miles from me), because I am in no state to try to walk the spirit world. Tell him what it is I need to know. He will hear you.
She talked to him, and he heard her simple message. It was a message that I knew. There was no need to hear it. From the shadows that are not shadows, it was there, in my consciousness already.
My mother comes to me when I’m in trouble. My spirit was vulnerable this week – a week that was far more physically toxic than I had ever imagined it would be. And my mother protected me, as only a mother will.
Sometimes it doesn’t take 3 things for which we are grateful or a moment of joy and oneness to know how blessed we really are. Sometimes it just takes a visit from a mother who has been gone from this earth, for nearly twice as long as I had her in the flesh.