Father's Day Comes Early
I've been looking
to reunite with an old read that I used daily
in the early times
of my awakening.
One I've always
cherished,
one that
introduced me to a new way of being.
One that led me to
anchor myself
in that new way of
being
by reading one
chapter every day
as a contemplative
way to start my day.
A daily
contemplation that stretched
into months and
then into well over a year
of dedicated daily
reflections.
Of dedicated
attempts at trying to live its wisdom.
As I felt drawn to
it once again last week,
I went hunting for
it.
To no avail in the
random book stashes,
I have all over
the house. I couldn't find it.
As Laura and I sat
this morning
starting our day
in Spiritual contemplation once again,
she mentioned one
of her dear reads
she's gone back to
recently.
Living With Joy
but Sanaya Roman.
How she used it to
set her meditation intention
on being love
yesterday.
I mentioned how I
had looked
for one of my
favorites the other day.
She asked what it
was. I responded:
"Change Your
Thoughts Change Your Life by Wayne Dyer."
His interpretation
of the
nearly 3,000 year old Spiritual verses
called The Tao Te
Ching.
Wink, our dog, had
already settled in on my lap
for her early
morning nap.
So Laura said,
"let me look."
She found it
almost immediately and handed it to me.
I noticed a rather
fat bookmark.
It was a card, a
Father's Day card from my son.
It was a gift from
beyond this day.
A connection from
the son who left
this realm on January 15th, 2020.
A reminder of what
we meant to each other,
how this book I
bought over nine years ago
had moved me in a
new direction.
A reminder of how
Spirit weaves messages
into your life all
the time.
I looked at the
pages where the card sat as a bookmark.
A passage I had marked
read:
"Without
fail, she reveals her presence,
without fail, she
reveals our own perfection."
Then as I opened
and read the birthday card,
my skin became
awash with goosebumps.
The card read:
Because you mean so much.
I hope you know,
especially today,
how wonderful you
are
and how very much
you're loved.
Happy Father's
Day. Then Jason wrote: "Dad - Wishing you a great one!
Looking forward to
celebrating your B-Day & meeting, Laura. Love, - Jason."
So it was evident
that it had to be for Father's Day June 21st of 2012.
I was still
contemplating the wisdom of the Tao daily back then,
as I had been for
over a year.
I flipped back a
couple of pages to find the verse.
The Sixth verse of
the Tao Te Ching begins with
"The Spirit
that never dies..."
and ends with
"Although
it is invisible, it endures; it will never end."
Jason's presence,
his Spirit speaks to me with these words today,
and for that, I am
ever so grateful.
He speaks to me,
letting me know once again
that love never
dies, just like his mother has.
His mother led me
into my Spiritual awakening,
started me on this
journey.
A truth sign I've
become acquainted with
again washes over my body,
my skin is awash
with truth shivers.
May you recognize
Spirit when it comes calling,
may you realize
how Loved you are.
May you learn how
Spirit uniquely nudges you
to a deeper understanding.
Oh my, as I
mentioned this to my wife,
those opening and
closing lines.
I was sitting
there overwhelmed
with the messages within all this.
My eyes filled
with tears,
my body shaking with the magnitude of this love,
this connection
with Jason, my son.
Movement catches
my eye, out the window
just to the left
of my dear wife.
A Robin lands on a
wire.
The Robin is a
sign Jason has been sending me
since he entered
hospice last December.
I can't even write
these words
without being covered in truth shivers,
God bumps whatever
name you like to call them, everywhere.
It is as if he put
a cherry on top of the dessert,
a chocolate fudge
sundae of signs, that he sent this morning.
The card was the
ice cream,
the marked passage
the chocolate fudge,
the opening and
closing lines of the sixth verse the whipped cream.
The deepening
recognition that came
as I shared all of
these events with my wife.
Indeed the Robin
that landed on the wire as I spoke to her.
That was the
cherry on top
of this profound awareness of his presence today.
My how
confoundingly unique our experience as a human is.
I would have never
dreamed of experiencing
a death in the way
I have these past few months.
To even read an
account like this would have been unlikely.
To live the
experiences of it
would have been
considered impossible.
To experience this
myself pure folly.
How one's life can
change.
Jane's transition
led me
to delve into my
Spirituality in depth.
My son Jason leads
me to explore
even deeper those
early contacts
that encouraged me
"to share."
Another read from
those tentative explorations
as I walked
through his mother's grief
nearly ten years
ago left me with this mantra.
Keep an open mind,
watch for signs,
for there are no
coincidences.
That is my hope,
my wish, my prayer for all of you too.
All My Love
Always, Keith
