Living and Loving
Sacred Stories
Rob was 5 hours flight away on a business trip when he passed suddenly from a brain aneurysm.
He was only 45 years old and our sons 10 and 8. We were so connected, I was the one alerting the hotel, to check in his room.
Soon after, I kept waking up at 1:26 am; each morning. I could not make sense of it, so I googled the meaning of “126” and posted it on Facebook.
Shortly after, an acquaintance reached out to me and said, “Marie… One two six, can’t you see it? It’s the 12th of June!”
(In our time format we have the day first, then the month.)
Rob had passed on 12th June.
Almost as if he wanted to send me confirmation, the next night I woke up at 12:06. I had to chuckle and said. “OK, I get it now!”
That was the last time I had been woken in these early hours – and ever since we have been seeing the numbers 12, 6 or 126 everywhere we go.
I believe he wants us to know he’s with us all the time.
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Note* With her blessing, this post includes Marie’s identity:
Marie lost her husband and father to their two boys in June 2018. Using her own tools and strong intuition, she paved her way back to HaPpiNeSs in a way that now ripples with massive impact around the world. Marie offers new perspectives that work on a soul level.
Every journey of Grief is as unique as the person experiencing it!
She founded a movement called “Loving Life after Loss”. With empathy and understanding, Marie gently picks up her clients from where they are at – with a whole lot of respect for their very unique journey. There is no “one size fits all” approach when it comes to Loss. Yet there is a stigma around Grief that she peels back, layer by layer, to not get entangled in other’s expectations, yet honour your own needs and space.
Marie will offer you a different perspective on Life, Love and Grief and leave you with Choices that are yours to make.
If you would benefit by connecting to Marie and “Loving Life after Loss”, visit MarieAlessi.com
Sacred Stories
Their daughter came to them from Korea at 4 months of age.
This welcome bouquet and corsage (from the Korean adoption agency) was presented to her daughter on their first trip back to Korea, when her daughter was 9 years old.
When the family moved to a new home, the Korean national flower, Rose of Sharon, was already growing right outside what became her daughter’s bedroom.
Her daughter will soon be married. The couple met through a Korean adoption support group.
Today, she saw this “double” bloom as a confirmation of and blessing on their love and union.
Sacred Stories
She (admittedly) is not a morning person.
Her mother was. Every morning her mom would call her too bright, too cheery, and too early. When she would answer the phone, she would hear this cheerful voice on the line, “Good morning!”
Her mom passed…
Easter morning she heard the phone ring! In her head she heard her own groggy, “Hello.”
Then she clearly heard her mom’s bright and cheery voice, “Good morning. Happy Easter!”
If you have (or would like to) love life after loss, check out Marie Alessi.
Sacred Stories
She posted on FaceBook:
I lived in utter poverty after my divorce. Some days, I would buy toilet paper one roll at a time. For over 8 years, I was saving everything I had for a home.
You see, I called it “poverty with a plan.”
My goal was to own a home.
I saw the listing for this pink Victorian beach home. The street name was the same name as my deceased father! The number of the street address was the same number of years my parents were married. The seller’s name was that of my too-soon-departed brother.
It was meant to be!
They accepted my offer!
The house and barn was better than I could ever have imagined.
I did this. 😊 💕💕
Sacred Stories
Out for a bike ride, early Sunday morning, after the previous day of heavy storm-related rain, at 8:31 a.m. she photographed a distinct heart-shaped water spot.
A few minutes later she sent it to a dear friend in a text message.
The reply: “I was just sitting here, sobbing about Ella, feeling like she’s so far away.”
“Nope,” she wrote back, including a rainbow symbol.
“Your timing is divine,” Ella’s mom wrote, “I love you.”
“I love you. Ella loves you. I love you. You love Ella. Timing is always divine. Do I have your permission to post this as a sacred story?” she asked.
“Of course. I am still staring at this. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Ella’s mom continued.
“Also look BEYOND the sign,” she reminded.
“I see her.” (heart symbol)
(See Ella’s Soapbox for the rest of the story.)
Sacred Stories
(A woman living in Florida, articulates her amazing synchronicity with a friend who lives in Mexico around a shared joy of the art form of dotting.)
Note: Ze/Per/Hir/They – These pronouns offer inclusion and accuracy for someone who doesn’t identify by the male/female gender classifications, and were used in the original communication, and included here out of respect.
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About 4 days after my surgery, I had an amazing dream and sent an email telling zer about it:
I want to let you know that your dotting has factored into my healing process.
My post-lumpectomy healing has been progressing really well. Last night I slept perfectly again, aided by XS Tylenol, and dreamed that you and I were emailing each other using only dots to communicate. We did it so much that the predictive text feature started suggesting dots for us to use. The really amazing part of the dream was when the dots came off the screen and morphed into a honeycomb alive with buzzing bees. I awoke feeling better than ever, almost zero discomfort, as if the bees and honey had permeated my body and resolved all physical issues.
My friend wrote back:
OMG!!
First off, I’m so happy to hear that you are healing well and slept well with no pain!
But…. Last night I was sitting here with a pencil and paper trying to figure out how to make a honeycomb out of dots. How cool is that!!!
(really what is reading off a screen but just a bunch of dots we programmers call pixels)
Here’s to more healing. Holding you in the buzz.
