Such a wonderful post by Tania Marie. Water is the theme. So happy for your experiences there. Nestor and now Grandma along with the memories flooding through. ❤️
“Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.” ~Emily Logan Decens
Last night, while asleep, the rain began and continues.
It is such a gift to hear the sacred water dance between Mother Ocean’s powerful rhythmic waves and Father Sky’s raindrop drumming that keep tempo with one another.
At times soft and gentle.
At times with penetrating force.
All the while soothing my watery soul.
Even Great Blue Heron joined in the dance at water’s edge this morning, within view from our cozy little home.
I dreamed last night of my French grandmother who passed several years back.
In the dream I gifted her two things.
A small Buddhist trinket and a red spray bottle vial.
I remember in the dream thinking oh boy she’s going to flip over the first, as she was very religious, but she didn’t freak and accepted the gift.
The red vial I explained was…
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