August and Oh-Ghost month!

It has been almost three weeks since my last post.

As you can see I am still alive

and survived that scheduled d-day.

Some prayed and fasted with me.

Some linked their energies

and honed their healing powers.

Some got angry and afraid.

Some took notice of my warning

and left town with loved ones.

Some mocked me.

A lot were just relieved.

How indeed does one react

when one is given a date of a tragedy?

Do you risk your reputation

to warn friends to stay safe?

Do you run away or leave

your fate and faith in the door?

I had a lot of warnings and alerts.

Some from well-meaning friends,

some from intuition, from spirit guides.

Some from authority figures.

Disasters like storms, floods,

extreme heat, earthquakes,

and each time I gather my wits about.

I get afraid for my senior sisters.

For my dogs, and trees, my lizards.

So each time I receive warning alerts

 I go tap my inner faith.

The one that connects with all of creation.

The one that connects with our Maker.

And each time

I watch the storm passed,

or bypassed my island,

or typhoons veer from their path

and save my little island.

Just this week alone

a powerful storm veered

away from my island

although we had rains.

But all these calamities will come and go.

We can never really escape any of it.

What we always fear in life

will always be there.

We just need to experience the eye of the storm

literally and figuratively

to understand and conquer

our worst fears and know

our sublime destiny.

Because in the midst of chaos

of uncertainties and confusion

lie our mortal spirit

that is as dauntless

as we were created to be.

The ties we made

the precious connections

the brief interlude

of time and space

where we become meaningful

to others and ourselves

are what really matters.

This precious bond

is like our immortal stone

that we carry with us

beyond our decaying bodies

to the adventures

of another world and beyond.

I am sure you have seen so many films,

stories and images of redemption

of a happy ever after.

And yes it is real.

That mushy, giddy, perfumed ending

is not all fiction.

It is mine.

And it is yours.

This is really Our Story.

A happy one.

Have a happy, wonderful weekend!

And today I celebrate my Mama's 95th birthday!

And today I acknowledge her presence

in my life as vividly as when she was alive.

Happy Birthday, Mama!