Will you share your spoon with me?

A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, ' God , I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'


God led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man’s mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.

God said, 'You have seen Hell.'

They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, 'I don't understand.'  It is simple ,' said God . 'It requires but one skill.

You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.'

Remember that I will always share my spoon with you.

Abbey Arrives Safely in Heaven...God told me so!

Today (9/2/10) is my birthday.  So many friends on Facebook took the time to write me, send me emails, call me and post wonderful birthday greetings. I wondered today, how can I say thank you in the most meaningful way. And then I remembered a story I had read recently that exemplifies how a small loving action towards another can be transformative. This is a true story and I’d like to share with you. I do not know the individuals involved in this story. What I do know is that listening to your heart, taking time to think outside of your own needs is beyond just healing…its transformative chi that is everlasting. Thank you for taking time out of your day to think of me on my birthday.   InJoy!

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey, Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by... Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love, God

Cleopatra's Needle and The Butterfly

Yesterday I was with a friend admiring Cleopatra's Needle in Central Park. Noticing the date of when this obelisk was placed here in New York, I mentioned to my friend how significant the number in that date is to me. It seems to appear all the time. I began to tell him about my brother who passed on.  That number I see a lot is my brother's birth date.

I became emotional as I shared experiences I've had through the years that let me know my brother was still near. Through the years I feel he has assisted me...and even came to kiss me on the forehead one night. My heart was swelling with emotion, I was remembering how much I love my brother and how much I miss him. I said to my friend 'I wonder if he (my brother) can still see me, if he's with me...I miss him so much.'

....and with that said a butterfly flew onto my friends shirt...right around his chest area...since I was standing so close to my friend...the butterfly was very very near to me too.  I knew I was receiving a message...that butterfly stayed there for about 2 or 3 minutes...softly fluttering its wings...seemingly very content...and comfortable.  I felt that it landed on my friends shirt because the spirit knew I might be afraid and landing on my friends shirt would be safe..and allow me to be in the moment and receive the message - 'I'm here with you.'


When the message was received by me...and my friend and I had moment of connecting and understanding what was happening...the butterfly took off...I wonder if that was the spirit I kissed in Central Park several days ago......?

May 17, 2010

Walking around with a great big grin today.

Bought a few Mega Million Lotto tickets and gave them out randomly- felt great!

Being generous makes me feel like i've got Millions!

  

April 2010

The Day I Kissed A Spirit

I walked in the rain tonight through Central Park in New York City.  It's so green, so lovely. 

I found myself singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow and wishing I was holding hands with someone. I stood standing in the rain and embraced what I was feeling.  My body felt warm, like it was blushing.  With my eyes still closed I felt a warm tingling sensation on my face.  It felt like the sun was out.

I lifted my chin towards that warmth...and kissed the spirit before me, smiled and skipped out of the park. 
I am not alone.

May 12, 2010

I kissed a spirit.