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I just wanted to post an update to my last entry (Spring Hurdles) which, to me, only reinforces the concept that I was addressing in my earlier entry, "Receiving."
Let me set the scene: I wrote "Spring Hurdles" late last Thursday night, indeed, not actually completing and posting it until something like 1:30 a.m. Friday morning.
Imagine my surprise, then, on Saturday afternoon, when I randomly checked my email via my cell phone (something I very rarely do) and saw that I'd received an email from a dear friend of my son, with the words "Karl Called!" in the subject line.
Yes, I'd been given an exquisite gift: knowledge that my son is alive. Affirmation that he is OK, that he is doing what he wants to do and experiencing what he needs to experience. Perhaps she was being kind; I don't know for sure. But she made sure to tell him that he's loved and missed and he responded (at least according to her) that he loves us as well.
It's amazing to me that our lives have reached a point where the simple act of discovering that my son is alive and "OK" can make my heart swell and the day's sunshine glow with even greater brilliance and warmth. But that's my reality. And you know? I can barely express the the depth of my gratitude to the Universe, to Spirit, to Whatever or Whomever (including Karl, for "hearing" my call), for giving me this gift, for allaying my fear of having lost forever the chance to maybe, just maybe, see and hug my son and look into his brilliant, mischievous blue eyes one more time.
How cool is it that I received a response to my heart's call so quickly?
My thanks to all of you who felt my pain and sent your love and compassion to Karl, to me, and to the rest of my family...
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Thank you Lisa for sharing all of this. It is amazing and wonderful that you received a response so quickly. I didn’t read the first blog from early Friday morning until this morning because of the party among other things and I wanted to really sit with your blog and read it without feeling rushed. Needless to say, I am relieved to hear that Karl is alive and that love was communicated back and forth through your friend. Indeed a glorious gift and hope in the spring. I loved reading about your love for and traditions in Track and connecting it to spring. I never felt connected to sports. There was never a tradition in my family and no one in generations that really participated as far as I know. It is wonderful to read about your perspective and tradition with Track. I knew of it from before through things you have shared over the years, but your writing……well, it is exquisite. Sending you and your family, and especially Karl…..LOVE!
ReplyDeleteand you get these responses from life because you are always so open to asking. So glad you recieved that email. Hopefully it will help you sleep through that 4am wake up call. Love the blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janet & Marina, for reading and taking the time to post a comment.
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree, Marina. I receive answers because I'm willing to ask (as well as willing to "be open" to the response). It feels like "asking" is a given. Don't we all ask for lots of things all the time?
Maybe we don't. Maybe we just think we do. Maybe we think we're asking but we're actually just grousing...or wishing things were different. I don't know.
Thanks for making me think.
Maybe we think we're asking but we're actually just grousing...
ReplyDeleteThat is something to think about!