Celebrating Dia de Bloglandia, with ~ Stephanie and Rebecca~
I do believe in wondrous and symbolic occurrences. They happen all around us, everyday, if we only have the eyes to see!
An offering in memory of my father, Joe Muller.
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On the night following the surreal day my father died, something unusual happened as I tried to fall asleep.
Beams of bright light illuminated into our bedroom, so I ran to the window mystified. Peering out, I was privy to behold an impossibly big moon, casting beams of light through swaying trees and hitting me. I stood erect and felt chills go down my back and heard a bird cry three times "Caw, caw, caw"!! I said to myself "Dad, is this you"? "Are you trying to tell me something"?
As it turned out, in a special way, he was. Since that night, I began a journey of piecing together a patchwork of recollections. A quilt of evolving memories about my father, but all things relating to Trees, the Moon and Birds.
Because symbolism has always been important to me, I wondered if this was my fathers unique way of comforting me and giving me a special gift, that only I could fully understand and appreciate.
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Here is an example:
Exactly one year before my father died, to the day, something memorable occurred.
We lived in the sage-brushed mountains of Santa Clarita, California where it was pretty in a unusual, desert type of way. My husband would get up extremely early to drive to work, so I woke up with him and then would wait for the sun to rise and begin my day with a walk up and down a nearby mountain, where a subdivision was being developed.
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On the morning of June 11, 1999, the sky was still the color of ink and the Moon still hung in sky, but for some reason, I made an unusual decision to start my walk early. And, I do remember feeling a bit uneasy leaving in the dark, so I removed my walkman to become more aware.
As I started to walk, the darkness disappeared into a spectacular blue dawn and as I reached the top of the mountain, discovered the most glorious sight imaginable!
The vista was pristine and lovely and I cherished it especially because soon, it was destined to become dotted with tract homes. The natural beauty of the moment was astonishing and the grandeur hit me in a profound way. I was mesmerized and became still, witnessing the magic hour of light. Trees stood illuminated in the distance, against a backdrop of a fading indigo sky and it was still possible to make out the full moon, disappearing in front of my very eyes. I stood breathless with chills up and down my spine. The wondrous beauty, feeding and filling my soul. It was as if I had become one with my surroundings and remember thinking; "I wish someone else could have witnessed this exquisite experience with me" and just then, at that exact moment....
a tiny white feather floated down from the sky, right in front of me and I caught it before it hit the ground!! What a curious thing to happen!? I pondered the experience as I walked back home, then immediately accounted for this unforgettable morning in a journal.
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Many uncanny and amazing things have happened since my fathers death, that revolve around Trees, the Moon and Birds.
An abundance of amazing little gifts, ones that I cherish because they have delighted and comforted me in my time of need. Also, this connection has given me hope for everlasting life and most importantly allowed me feel connected with my father in a unique way! I can tell you more, another time.
"The Secret"
We all will!
Yes!! I do believe in wondrous and symbolic occurrences. They happen all around us everyday, if we only have the eyes to see!
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Love,
Constance
