English Water Lilies
“The garden must be prepared in the soul first or it will not flourish.” – English Proverb
Three quarters of an hour into our Sunday lunch, Susan paused and smiled at me. “Why don’t you come with me to England?”, she offered. The invitation took me by surprise, and as my heart opened to receive this beautiful gift, I replied happily “Why not?”
Susan Grey, a distance healer and one of my dearest friends, was leaving in four days to attend an EmoTrance conference outside London. We were having lunch together so she could ask me questions about travelling there since this was her first trip outside the U.S.
London Street Flowers
On a spring day in Albion, my plane touched down on a familiar ground, reconnecting me with my past, present, and future.
Previous time spent here had found me focused on architectural and decorative art. Now, like our Earth’s axis, my inner compass had shifted and I entered London crossing the Thames from a new perspective. The spirit of the Thames greeted me with a warm, ancient embrace which initiated the connection with her fellow Nature spirits during my sojourn on English soil.
London Pink Fairy Flowers
Books find their way to me in unique ways. The book on the Thames by Peter Ackroyd I now carried with me in my luggage was found in my local grocery store. At the time I found it, it seemed a bit odd and out of place for its location. Little did I know when I purchased this book that within a fortnight I’d be in Merlin’s backyard!
The key had been dropped at my feet, and I picked it up.
With my sense of familiarity and our combined intuitions, Susan and I guided ourselves around southern England and London. In a recently renovated section of the hallowed city, we explored, making interesting discoveries about our surroundings as well as ourselves.
Reflection at Clerkenwell
Some spirits tested us, and some welcomed and inspired. Filled with a sense of wonder, every day we entered the heart of London and bathed in its aura. Flowers seemed to be everywhere we turned, and they beckoned me to take their photographs. The seeds of hope were being planted every time the camera clicked.
Susan’s husband was grateful for my presence on her inaugural flight overseas. I was grateful to be invited to accompany her and felt privileged to be part of a healing conference community of like-minded souls.
Old memories greeted me during this trip: good and bad, happy and sad. This journey was a time of reconciliation, a time of closure, and a time of healing for my heart and soul.
One recent heartache crossed the Atlantic with me. Last October, my Mom had passed away suddenly at her home. She was my best friend, and my grief was still with me.
On an overcast afternoon, Susan and I entered Westminster Cathedral amidst the throng of spring break students and their chaperones. Traversing the well-worn stones through the medieval sanctuary, resting home to kings, queen and poets, we made our way in a circuitous route. Following the footsteps of so many pilgrimages before us, we stopped for a brief rest and a cup of tea in the courtyard.
As we prepared to exit the Cathedral, I paused to light a candle for my Mom. My heart ached for her presence, and I cried as we stepped out the Western door. As I turned to admire the stonework of the outside walls, a statue above the door lintels caught my interest. I took several photos, wiped my eyes, and continued on with our walk-a-bout.
Upon returning home, I was looking at my photographs still in my camera when I saw the picture of the statue. The inscription below the stone figure read “Peace”. And the time the photograph was taken was about the same time my Mom passed away six months before.
I felt my Mom’s loving presence comfort my soul. Seeds of hope filled my soul, and I know she is with me always.
The Life That I Have
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours, and yours, and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours, and yours, and yours.
Leo Marks, British Codemaker
English Countryside in Spring
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