tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post8881640805807579166..comments2023-07-30T10:57:16.862-04:00Comments on TREASURED ENCOUNTERS: UNEXPECTED VISITORSDodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065773551657339542noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-8545661744608431852012-07-31T09:53:34.617-04:002012-07-31T09:53:34.617-04:00As I wrote this post, Micki, I could not help but ...As I wrote this post, Micki, I could not help but smile, thinking of your dove and Whippoorwill. Another fascinating connection between us :}Dodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00065773551657339542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-37777649206195608792012-07-31T09:52:20.444-04:002012-07-31T09:52:20.444-04:00The essence of mysterious events. A 'sign'...The essence of mysterious events. A 'sign' that uplifts is truly a treasure.Dodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00065773551657339542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-73562205001808489702012-07-30T21:49:52.865-04:002012-07-30T21:49:52.865-04:00Oh Dody,
I can just see your Mom's smiling fa...Oh Dody, <br />I can just see your Mom's smiling face as she watched those goings on from her place in Heaven--even a chuckle or two and maybe a burst of outright laughter--this time with a clear adult mind and happy soul. This post gave me shivers, remembering my family's visits from the doves and Whippoorwill after Noelle died. How blessed we are to get these signs telling us our loved ones are happy and safe.<br /><br />Love, MickiMicki Peluso is the author of "And the Whippoorwill Sang"https://www.blogger.com/profile/14286402859989726344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-21605205029934577812012-07-30T12:24:44.753-04:002012-07-30T12:24:44.753-04:00Wonderful image of the buzzards at your mom's ...Wonderful image of the buzzards at your mom's funeral. I'm really sorry to hear both about your mom and your kitty Sierra, by the way. And I think you're right - they sent those buzzards your way.Meghan Wardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12773598501857799104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-68815049122650259232012-07-30T12:04:13.920-04:002012-07-30T12:04:13.920-04:00Sometimes life just gets in the way of sombre ritu...Sometimes life just gets in the way of sombre ritual, and we're all the better for it. My dad's ashes had not been delivered to the place we needed him for his send-off so one of us had to go haring off through the guests to fetch them. Last week, performing the same duties for my mum, we found out the venue had the day before in its diary - food and all! Naturally, we all survived and both events went the way our parents would have wished. Your mother's turkey buzzards sound just right for someone who wanted fun and joy for everyone more than even low-key pomp and circumstance. The tough part starts now, I've found, but with memories like that, it won't be tough for long. I hope it works that way for you too :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-27354071600414731802012-07-30T09:37:22.375-04:002012-07-30T09:37:22.375-04:00Anne, your words brought me a great big 'whoos...Anne, your words brought me a great big 'whoosh' of laughter mixed with sweet joy! The best medicine is recognizing those special 'signs' that lift our spirits and bring in the fresh airs of memory. Thank you for bringing me your 'fresh air!'Dodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00065773551657339542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-42245125813535237992012-07-30T02:24:31.313-04:002012-07-30T02:24:31.313-04:00My eyes are filled with tears reading this it was ...My eyes are filled with tears reading this it was lovely and your mom would be proud of you. I have a Rose bush that I gave my dad the last Rose from as he was dying since then for 15 yrs it hs only bloomed with one rose until this year when his great granddaughter was born and now a small second Rose has appeared on the bush. Strange things happen and it's a comfort to us to believe in them. I wrote about that happening too.Anne Macklehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04635857544175826537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-401930257254866352012-07-29T11:01:16.109-04:002012-07-29T11:01:16.109-04:00'Birds of a feather..flock together!' Than...'Birds of a feather..flock together!' Thanks for encouraging me share my experience, Julia. Writing out the story was cathartic for me.Dodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00065773551657339542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959656800434623403.post-44090135622084049072012-07-28T18:09:02.096-04:002012-07-28T18:09:02.096-04:00Some powerful metaphors, and it's easy to beli...Some powerful metaphors, and it's easy to believe that birds do act as messengers from one plane to another. It seems Turkey Buzzards have adopted your family.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08825855582286133397noreply@blogger.com