It is unfair to say she has not visited because my mind had hoped for more. This stubborn mule of expectation impedes the magic of the offerings. If I allow myself to weave the threads she sends through the veil, the tapestry becomes a perfect gift. With each offering, I weave the continuation of our story. She doing the work there, and I here, yet somehow there is no here or there. Only everywhere. Creation ever unfolding its mysteries. This is just what I would expect of my teacher, so why want more?
What I seek becomes our tapestry, and I step back to look at the whole still forming. How beautiful is trust as one reaches for the offering, saying yes, I know the source. I accept the continued mystery. I accept not knowing when the thread will pull the veil apart and ask to be woven in connection. She knows I like puzzles, a fellow seeker of truth. She knows the senses can be wholly alert when allowed to open.
If I tell you it all? What will be left?
The joy is in the journey. Delight arrives when the light of knowing illuminates questions. Life, she reminds, need not be a burden of holding, but the beautiful wonder of stripping bare the wrap of that which is cumbersome.
You can be anything in any moment.
The embodiment of the free soul, allowing. Dropping the pretense of control and letting go. That is why we dream of flight. The soul grows heavy in a body of gravity, but it need not.
Each footstep can be magical.
She knows I have felt the magic of the land. She watched in recognition the homecoming. Knew how the Earth’s secrets whisper to those who open to hear them. Each footstep a chance to peek through the door of wonder. Yes, how could I doubt she would not walk again with me? I see her in the cloak of feathers, weightless when she wants to be. She is laughing with the rocks. She is home, ever-nudging me to find it again.
How could I doubt?
The Light Behind the Story 
Beautiful, Alethea ♥️
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Thank you, Steve ❤️
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I see glimpses of her everywhere, and am grateful, but especially in the purple heather…
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She did love her heather. I’m so glad you are seeing her presence too. ❤️
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So am I, Alethea…
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wonderful
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Thank you ❤️
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What a beautiful tribute to your friend and the mysteries of life Alethea. I like the way you’ve made letting go fun, magical, and mysterious.
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Thank you. Sue did love to have fun with life 🙂
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🙏
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I don’t see her but I feel her. I’m glad she is walking with you. (K)
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❤️
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Alethea, the wonder of life and beyond brought magically to life here – her presence is an incredible experience for you — a blessing. She touched so many lives and missed so very much.
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Thank you, Annika. I do miss her still.
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Gone, but not forgotten. I am glad that her magic still lives on with you and makes itself (or is it herself?) visible for for the occasional visit.
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I am grateful for these moments of connection too. ❤️
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