When I first joined Substack I conceived of my writing here as mostly about my connectivity with Spirit. Not surprisingly, I guess, I’ve veered off in different directions, into my life as mom and my work as a pastor, mostly.
Momhood is shifting for me these days, so I suspect that part of my writing life is about to simmer down. A lot of my thinking and writing is critical of organized religion, and I think that’s because there are universal shifts happening in that world, not just in my own heart.
I think it’s time to give all of that a rest and to return to the Spirit realm in earnest. Part of this is spurred on by the recent death of Grandpa Lee: Lee McChesney, my former father-in-law and beloved friend. It, oddly, was the first significant death for me in my life. Though I have been surrounded by death my entire life, because I have so little actual family, I had not yet been affected by the death of someone very close, save my Great Aunt Catherine and that was forty years ago and I was busy then pretending to become an adult (and not doing it very well).
Grandpa Lee died in Vermont on Friday, within just a couple of hours of the birth of New Baby Caldwell in Colorado. My love, Sverre’s, son and daughter-in-law brought into the family the second grandbaby.
So we felt the great circle of life in one evening on the first of September.
On Sunday I had the terrific honor of doing the service at the Squaw Valley Chapel here in California. Throw together God and skiing, in one lovely, crazy bit of architectural wonderment (the building is two large parabolic curves!) and you will find me there, no doubt.
There were—because my kids and some of their friends came and also because my college friend, Mike, played keys and brought his son, who played guitar—a bunch of young folks there. After the service several of them talked about how much they enjoyed the hour together, so please don't tell me that young people don’t care about God or spiritual things.
Oops. Veering again.
(Thanks Mike and Aidan … your music is so beautiful!)
I’m in one of my favorite places: the Lake Tahoe area. The tall, tall trees and the light, the water and air I find very conducive to spirit conductivity. I have turned back to the Spirit realm and let them know I’m ready to help, ready to go to work for them, so I’m studying a bit and looking for clues about what that will look like. I have seen many beautiful things since Lee died, including a gorgeous wisp of elongated fog on the nearby golf course last evening, at a moment when the rest of the air was crisp and clear and sunny. Lee loved golf very much, I know he was telling me he’s here.
I need to keep this short as I am heading out soon, but I wanted to say these things out loud. I know many have curiosities about life post-death, which is wonderful. Those we love who have left the embodied condition are close by and always wanting to let us know they are here to help. I think it’s very difficult for them to find a reliable medium, most of the time. I realize I’ve been turning away for too long from a need that exists both in this world and the other.
I think because of my love of writing, my channeling is meant to be something closer to automatic writing (as opposed to one-on-one connections, though I love those very much). As I mentioned, I’m asking questions and waiting for clear signs. More soon.
Have a beautiful day today,"
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