Each Day Is A Little Gift

Thursday, the 30th of August was the day since Sedona’s passing that I didn’t find myself crying when I woke up from my night’s sleep.

Friday, the 31st, was the first time I could meditate after Sedona’s passing. I found myself with a little time before work, so I sat in my favorite chair to meditate in, and allowed myself the time to let go.

At first, Sturgis was meowing loudly upstairs. I called to him, to comfort him and let him know everything was okay. Okay is a signal word for Sturgis, and it was for Sedona, too. They understood that okay meant things were good in the world. Most of the time, they would get whatever they wanted after the Okay word.

Sturgis, looking a little spooky.

I settled down to meditate, which was easy and effortless for me. I didn’t have an agenda, and I usually allow whatever needs to come through to move through me in meditation. A while into the meditation, my mind saw my beautiful Sedona’s face. It surprised me to see her. As I saw her in my meditation, I experienced her spirit. I suddenly felt my body become truly weightless. That has never happened to me before in a meditation, nor in a sleep state. I don't fly in my dreams; I'm usually anchored to the earth.

I felt so peaceful, and knew this was Sedona’s message to me of her pleasure with her new-found state, and that it was unlike the weighty physicality of this life. What I felt was love and being loved at the same time. I can't even create the words to express that feeling or being. I felt a gift was given to me.

When I opened my eyes after meditating, I realized the meditation was about 20 minutes long, and created the space within me to recognize the beautiful time and the wonderful years I spent with my special companion, Dona.



Saturday the first of September, I went to Boulder to pick up Sedona’s ashes. Never did I think I would be bringing her home in a little round wooden box.

The box fit my car’s cup holder perfectly, so I could transport her ashes back safely.

Sturgis continues to get a lot of love from me. He’s such a sensitive boy cat. He likes to rub against me while I'm sitting at the computer, and he likes when I gently pull his tail. He's waiting for me to give him a hug. I could use one, too!