This Halloween I decided to paint my face in honor of the celebration originated in Mexico, Dia de los Muertos, or as Americans know it, Day of the Dead. I am not Mexican but I have an affinity for my loved ones who have gone on before me. Those who honor this day on November 1st, believe that at midnight on October 31st, the souls of all deceased children come down from heaven and reunite with their families and on November 2nd, the souls of deceased adults come to visit. Growing up Catholic this is very similar to the celebration and honoring of All Saints and All Souls day honored on the same first two days of November.
In particular my deceased, grandpa, grandma and dad play a huge role in my life. I think of one of them if not all every day. Even though it has been 38, 24, and 15 years since each of their passing, they visit me regularly. Or at least their memory along with their wisdom, love, and peaceful presence shows up among the activities and responsibilities of my days. I feel comfort and experience grace in these little moments.
A few years back I made a massage appointment with a woman I learned of through a friend. She sees dead people, my friend told me. I called immediately for an appointment. As the massage therapist worked on my body, she gently asked, Do you know that sometimes when I work on clients their deceased loved ones show up?
Uh, yes, I told her. That is the main reason I am here. Fully expecting my dad to show up I had a surprise visit from a friend who died giving birth to her twin sons in 1999. Marci and I didn’t know each other for very long but on this day she had a clear message I needed to hear. Choose joy. The timeliness and specific details of this message only make sense to me. I think of her every time I walk by a particular tree in our neighborhood or hear the seals down at the beach, two Marci memories. I feel the power of her message when I am overwhelmed with life or stuck in indecision.
We need our deceased loved ones. They support us, guide us, lead us, fill us up and console our sad or frustrated hearts as well as celebrate our achievements and joys. Not only do they represent a piece of our past they join us in the present.
I don’t know about you, but this comforts me and nurtures my soul. I am filled with gratitude for all those who have gone before me and who are with me now in spirit.
Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my posts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit regularly since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.
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