I don’t often post a “Happy Birthday” on social media to those I am close with. Instead I will send a card (I know, I’m old fashioned), give a phone call, send an email, or a text. And better yet, I refuse to post an “I’m sorry for your loss” on social media to people that I am close to when somebody passes away. (I am at the age when many of my friends and contacts parents are passing away.) I know that technology is changing our world but to me, social media seems too impersonal. (Some days I want to swear off social media all together, but then I stop to think, how would I find out about child births, engagements and funerals otherwise?) When loss happens to somebody I know well, or somebody I have a history with, I will send a card or a text to the person who is grieving. Many times in the card, I find that I will write a lengthy message that I know that I didn’t solely write myself.
I usually have to quiet my mind and get in a quiet space. At times when I first start thinking about what to write, I feel a bit blocked, but once I get going the words just flow out of me. Sometimes when I feel blocked, I will “ask for help” sometimes from my helpers (Guides) and sometimes in the case of death, I will ask the deceased if they can help with the message that I am to write. Once I finish a card, (or sometimes a text if I think that will be better received), and send it on its way, I nearly forget what the message is or was (sort of like after doing a reading). It is like the message falls right out of my brain. No joke. Sort of like it never happened.
I never thought much of the messages that I write until I started to get validation about the information that I was writing. Sometimes someone would simply say something like, “Wow! I really needed to hear that at the time I read your message.” And other times, the validation goes much deeper. Like the time I sent a condolence card to a grade-school friend of mine whose husband had passed. The passing was a delicate situation so I wanted to make sure that I choose my words carefully. I finally got the information to flow (no need to know the details) and wrote it down in a card and sent it on its way. A few months had past and I had run into a close friend of my grade-school friend in a parking lot at a store. We chit-chatted for a moment and then all of the sudden she stopped and said, “You know what? That card that you gave [my friend], she showed it to me and it was so sweet. What you wrote she needed to hear and it really helped her.” As she started to tell me this, I felt chills go down my body and the tears started to roll down my face. (Both chills and tears, though they don’t always happen together, are validation for me from Spirit.) Better yet, as I am typing this, I feel the tears welling up. 😉
For like two days after this conversation in the parking lot, I kept thinking “Wow!!” And how in “Awe” I was by the conversation… the chills…the tears… the whole thing!
On the flip side of this, I have had times when I go to write a message, or think that I should be writing a message, and I find that I don’t have anything to say. I literally don’t have words. I find that I’ll purchase a card and let it sit on my desk for a few days, which turns in to a few weeks, which sometimes turns into – it never gets sent. I used to (and sometimes) still feel guilty about this, but recently I have come to understand that perhaps I am not to me the messenger in certain situations. Perhaps the person on the other end isn’t open to receive the message that I may have, or better yet, it isn’t the right time for them to hear anything. Everyone grieves in different ways and is open and receptive to different things. I’ve tried to let go of the guilt and pressure that I feel in these situations. Either way, I am thankful and honored to be able to deliver messages to people who need them.