Tag: SCS Matters

  • Spilled Soda

    Sacred Stories

    They were navigating the grief of the passing of their adult son. Her husband said, “If I just knew he is happy where he is, it would be easier.”

    She knocked over a can of soda, spilling it down and under a nearby chair.

    Moving the chair to clean up the soda, they found a photo of their son with his grandmother and his step grand-father.

    They knew they would not have moved that chair or found the photo if the soda had not spilled.

    In that photo they saw the answer from their son: they saw his very happy face!

    Blessed assurance….

  • Voice Mail

    Sacred Stories

    Her father called from California, but she missed his call.

    He was wishing her a Happy Valentine’s Day.


    Later that day, he had a stroke.

    When he passed away, she was so grateful she had missed his call that day.

    She still has his loving voice mail message!

  • I Love You

    Sacred Stories

    He had passed just two weeks earlier.

    He flashed into her mind so many times.

    She opened the drawer to see the small green ceramic bowl he had gifted her.

    There in the center of the bowl was his message:
    I love you!


    She could actually hear him in her heart.

  • Combination

    Sacred Stories

    He had passed quite unexpectedly in his sleep.

    She had kept the combination to his gun safe in his contact on her phone, but it was not there as she was cleaning out his apartment.

    As she went to bed that night, she told him she needed the combination.

    Before she had completely dozed off, he had given it to her!

    Truly a good combination….

  • Comedy Can be Calming

    “All shall be well,
    and all shall be well
    and all manner of things shall be well.”

    ~ Julian of Norwich

    I heard a story years ago (and have shared it numerous times when appropriate) about a couple who arrived home with their newly purchased motor home. As they attempted to get it into their driveway, she was directing from outside the vehicle.

    “Honey, do you see the mailbox?” she called out.

    “I see it,” came his reply.

    As he inched closer to the mailbox, she asked again, “Honey, do you see the mailbox?” with a little more urgency.

    “I see the mailbox,” he called back, with minor annoyance developing.

    Inevitably now heading right for it, she yelled, “HONEY, DO YOU SEEEEEEEE THE MAILBOX?”

    “I SEEEEEEEEE THE MAILBOX!” he shouted back.

    CRASH!

    They were looking at two different mailboxes. The mailbox she was watching him bear down on was out of his vision. The mailbox he was carefully avoiding by looking in his mirror was blocked from her vantage point.

    It is not easy when we see things so differently. We may actually be looking at different things.

    Jeanne Robertson tells of a situation with her husband, whom she affectionately refers to as “Left Brain.”

    She asked him to go by the store for her. He grumbled about not wanting to be late for his badminton game. She promised to keep the list short enough he could scoot through the express lane.

    She gave him her list, and off he went.

      1 pound of butter
      2 large bottle of vanilla flavoring
      3 dozen eggs
      4 big tub of lard
      5 5# bag of sugar
      6 5# bag of all-purpose flour
      7 bottle of 7-Up (six pack with handles)

    When he returned from the store, it took Left Brain multiple trips to unload everything —- because he read her numbers on the list as quantities!!!!

    Imagine how long it will take to use 25 pounds of sugar and 30 pounds of flour….

    She had never written numbers on a list before, but she did it this time because the mailbox she was looking at was wanting to be sure he could go through the express lane. Oh, my….

    If you are a person who prays, just add a few extra intentions for all humans to realize our point of view is only ONE way of seeing things, and how important it is to learn from what we cannot see.

    Meanwhile, keep a sense of humor. Especially during difficulties.

  • Faces

    “Being engaged in a struggle
    may give us a sense of security,
    so that at least we feel that
    we are doing something.”

    ~ The Heart of the Buddha, by Chögyam Trungpa

    It is another of those amplified times with a roller coaster of emotions. Several dynamics in my life account for the ride, but the whole is always greater than the sum of its parts.

    Yes, my friend’s beloved former husband passed in his sleep this week.

    Yes, my brother-in-law has a renal carcinoma and needs a procedure. (He lost a kidney to cancer a few years ago.)

    Yes, we are approaching the one-year mark of the pandemic pause.

    Yes, we are again preparing to travel back to Michigan without clear plans for an unencumbered visit with the kids in Tennessee.

    Yes, we are at that friction-point where I know how much will need to be done to pack, load, clean, depart, travel, arrive, unload, unpack. And did I say clean?

    And, yes, we are experiencing a stress so deeply personal I dare not speak of in this article. Grief has taken up residence in my mind.

    But grief has a twin sister: relief.

    What helps you come into balance and allows you to feel the relief, especially during stressful times?

    Yes, nature is one thing that helps a lot of people, including me!

    Yes, on our walk yesterday Deva, the dog, came running over to me for some petting. She dropped at my feet, rolled over, and would have been content to stay there if her human had not summoned her out of the middle of the road.

    Yes, we were able to watch two dolphins frolicking in the canal last evening. One shot right under the dock we were standing on!

    Yes, the adult eagles are now regular visitors as they leave the chicks alone for longer and longer periods, encouraging them to fly. The adults cannot teach the young to feed themselves until they are willing to fly.

    Yes, I think that is true about humans, too.

    Yes, angels and birds and bees (perhaps, everything with wings?) are always reaching out from what my friend Anna Marie called the perfume of the effulgent formlessness.

    Yes, life, with all its uncertainty, including this tree, is showing us a pretty face!




    LIFE IS FULL OF BEAUTY, NOTICE IT. ~ Ashley Smith

  • Bear and Heart – BIG LOVE!

    Sacred Stories

    She and her husband found this bear at a rock shop in Canada and they both fell in love with it.


    His passing was such a shock…. and loss.

    They had divorced, remaining devoted.

    Making arrangements with the funeral home, she stopped at a shop. The first thing she saw was this heart.



    She had not seen this type of stone since that day in Canada!

    “It felt like he was sending BIG LOVE today….”


  • The Hills Are Alive

    Sacred Stories

    Looking down at the jigsaw puzzle she had been working on over the past couple of days, she saw a face near the base of the mountain, and heard in her head, “The hills are alive.”

    Immediately she thought of a dear friend with a gorgeous singing voice. That song was her friend’s favorite.

    “Alexa, play Sound of Music: The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Music.”

    As the music began, she and her husband said at the same exact time, “That is B_ _ _ _ _!”

    She had a quick wondering if it might be anniversary energy since her friend had been hospitalized with acute pancreatitis last year about this time. She contracted Covid-19 while in the hospital and passed in April.

    A couple hours later, she received a text from B_ _ _ _ _’s daughter — requesting urgent prayers for herself and their son at the news her former husband had died in his sleep during the night!

    The following morning as she checked in with B_ _ _ _ _’s daughter by text, she mentioned the hills are alive puzzle experience.

    “Do you know when your mom went into the hospital?” she asked. “I wondered if it was anniversary energy.”

    B_ _ _ _ _’s daughter sent a text message back, “OMG, it is!!! Yesterday was the day she went to ER.”

    If you have had experiences of the continuity of consciousness, please share those. Tell everyone the hills are alive….

  • Mom’s Engagement Ring

    Sacred Stories

    Her father had recently passed, out in California. It was so hard. She was stuck on the other side of the country.

    She sent a message to a friend. “My dad’s memorial is at 4:00 today, out in California.”

    “Of course, grateful you know you can bilocate to be there in your heart,” her friend responded. “At that time, set your intention, go within and BE THERE.”

    “Absolutely right!” she shot back.

    “Do you have a piece of jewelry of his?” her friend queried.

    “No,” she answered.

    Her friend continued, “It was a bit odd to me that a man mentioned jewelry. Do YOU have a meaningful piece of jewelry?”

    “Yes.”

    “What is that?”

    “Mom’s engagement ring… from him!”

  • Eschatological Laundry List

    Sacred Stories

    Her writing that day during the poetry writing group time was a blog post. In that post, she quoted from An Eschatological Laundry List by Sheldon Kopp.

    The subtitle is A Partial Register of the 927 (or was it 928?) Eternal Truths.

    When she finished reading her blog post, another of the women in the group grew quiet, began counting in her head, and then shared, “In 1977 my brother sent me a saying …. I do not even remember the saying now…. I thought the term ‘eschatological laundry list’ was something he had just made up…. I had no idea there was an actual list.”

    Whatever the saying sent and received in 1977, obviously he had wanted his sister to know about the laundry list!