I felt my mom -- and just all kinds of serious cosmic energy -- all day today. I was driving home from a training session, on Jewetta just before turning onto our street, and (I swear to you on all that's sacred), I saw out the passenger's side window a man on some sort of giant three-wheeler-tricycle- wagon-sort-of-thing. He was wearing a funny looking hat and in fact a whole"outfit" of sorts, if not a costume. And - I kid you not - a MINIATURE PONY was pulling him on this thing like a Clydesdale would pull a carriage. AND then what appeared to be his entire family just rode up behind him on the sidewalk (in our typically very plain and boring neighborhood), ALSO WITH MINIATURE PONIES pulling each of them!
I had been crying in a moment of deeply missing my mom at the sound of Fleetwood Mac's Never Going Back Again...and then immediately saw these bizarre shenanigans and laughed so hard I cried (harder).
My mom once came to me in a dream, shortly after she died, and told me that where she exists now, all you have to do is think about being something, and you're that thing. And all you have to do is think about being somewhere, and you're there. In that moment this morning... the depth of her presence, the endlessness of missing her....the endless laughter and love. She was there, and she was them. She is in everything and everyone.
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