10/03/2021
SERENDIPITY XYZ
I donāt know. And I am fine with it.
Tonight, waking up at 3 AM. With the vivid dream which is not a dream, it is actually a memory: my dad, sitting on his sofa, telling me he is dying. Than kissed me with all his ( very surprising) strenght, lying down, and asleep. 12h from then he left his body.
So I get up of my bed. I did not really dremt about him till now, so I was wondering what he is trying to tell me.
First I though Ā« kids Ā». Then I thought Ā« Pocahontas, maybe she is dying Ā». And then: Ā« The sale of dadās house Ā». Hmm.
I started to iron, still waiting for the clarity. Btw, my dad was iron manš¤£: he was so precise in ironing that he ironed even the socks!
Then I wrote kids if they are ok (5.30). They were. ( yes, mama helicopter get crazy but not more than her daughter with alarm at 5.23... women in the family are early birds...š)
Then I wrote to friend in charge of dadās house. Everything was ok. (8.30)
Then I went to check on the hen Pocahontas. She obviously died in the night... and went to join dad, mom and all happy group of dear ones somewhere there.
Now they have fresh eggs...
I started to cry... then I stopped. More I am saying I am not ready for another loss, more Univers is sending me dead bodies ( so far pigeons and hen). So what is the lesson??
I went at my meditation spot. I sit and breathe. I play with dogs... and than I get this feeling that it is a time to just accept cyclic nature of this world, of this existence. It comes and goes, inevitably. It is just how it is.
I thought of Pocahontas asking myself if I should hold her in my arms instead of letting her die alone in the dark.
Like my mom.
And that very moment I saw ( again) the white feather... angel with me. Thank you momā¤ļø