What a feeling, now, to hear the motors under these pages slowly spinning up and coming on line, the website blinking, alive again!
There were a dozen or so comments came here, written back when I had what was the crash with Puff. I saw these notes, which I found just now, were so concerned, and so caring, they were hopes and thoughts for wellness. They worked beautifully. Then I glanced at the bottom of the page where it said there were 192 pages of comments about the event, sending prayers for me and little Puff. 192 pages!
So here are my kindest thanks for your dear thoughts about the crash, which became not an accident but a blessing for me and for Puff. We’re both rebuilt, we’re flying again. We learned a grand lesson about death, and about living, too. What was it, that we learned?
That death, isn’t.
That lifetimes are play-act schoolrooms, on an infinite campus, with millions of fictions to test us.
That hereafters are fictions, too.
That the only reality, the only one, right here and way out beyond space and time, is Love.
Such a dramatic lesson it’s been, that I’ll probably be chatting on about it, now and then, for the rest of my own little schoolroom lifetime.
Today I need to tell you thanks for all the letters and cards and emails that you’ve sent and for the ones you thought about sending…those worked too. It was a remarkable healing. We fly again.