Asking Spirit

When you ask Spirit for help, it is more productive if you are in a calm state of mind. Finding keys, more specifically, my husband’s keys, is where this comes into play.

My husband is a person who is generally not open to suggestions; however, he will pay attention when I tell him he has a booger hanging out of his nose. When I tell him he should brush his hair before he leaves the house, he tends to run his hand over his bedhead hair. Not that it does much good. In the last few years, he has gone into the bathroom to make sure he is presentable. My last words to him are sometimes XYZ, which, for those who are unaware, is examine your zipper.  As he’s gotten older, these suggestions deserve merit. He has learned to pay attention to them.

But this wifely advice is given sparingly. He has told me on numerous occasions not to mother him. This is as far as I can go.

He really needs a purse. I’ve been trying to locate a large salesman’s case for him. It would be manly.

He’s got his phone, his charger, his wallet, his keys, his lunch, and his coffee to gather together before he leaves the house for work. I got him a great lunch bucket, but he won’t use it. So, many times he carries down his lunch of apples, bananas, grapes, cheese, and crackers in his hands. He’s also got his coffee, his keys, his phone, and the charger. In his hands. Many times, he has left the house with the thermos of coffee on the roof of his car.

Back in the day, he used to take a fancy camera I bought for myself for Christmas. He appropriated it and left it in various places. Once, the cemetery called him to say he’d left it on somebody's tombstone.

Like I said. He needs a purse.

So, yesterday one of our cats died. We’d been worried for over a week. We had been nursing Sunny. It was all over the New Year’s holidays, and of course, businesses were closed. It’s been years since we have had to call a vet, but Dennis found one who not only would talk to him, but who said they could see Sunny. Except, not right away. We nursed Sunny over the weekend, and each day, he was weaker and weaker. Yesterday, he passed. Dennis has a place in the woods where he buries our pets when they pass.

Most of the cats who have come to live with us over the years are stray neighborhood cats. They generally end up in the house after they are elderly and decide they want to be inside cats. This was true in Sunny’s case. We’ve known him for close to ten years. He was full-grown when we first met him. He bonded first with my husband, waiting for Dennis in the morning and at night to eat. Dennis would love on Sunny and Sunny would talk to him. Every day. Eventually, this last year, Sunny began to come up onto our porch. The other cats, especially Stanley, looked at him sideways, and there were lots of times when a noisy cat discussion ensued with Stanley chasing Sunny down the stairs.

Several months ago, we began to pick Sunny up and bring him inside for half an hour to 45 minutes at a time. He’d meow when he was ready to leave, and those visits were short and infrequent. Sometimes, we didn’t see him for days, but he was a neighborhood cat. I know a lady who lives a few houses from us who also fed him. We’ll need to let her know.

I knew, because this had happened with other cats, that when Sunny decided the time was right, he would come inside. So, we’ve both been anxious and on edge for days. Sunny died yesterday afternoon, and today was when Dennis said he would bury him. I don’t know exactly where the location is. I know I can’t walk there. When Dennis returned, he was soaked, muddy, and worn out.

What a great time to lose your wallet. The strange thing is that I wanted to ask him when he came back into the house where his wallet was. But because he was exhausted, I elected not to say anything.

I should have.

Dennis had already been searching by the time he came to ask me to help him. I had to stay out of his way; he was so agitated. I was really worried he was going to have a seizure. I was also trying to ask Spirit for help.

Like I said before: you need to be calm and centered. I had a routine to follow when he lost his keys. I’d be in the middle of the kitchen. I’d close my eyes, center, and try hard to make a firm connection to Spirit. The idea being that they would help me find the missing keys. Once, I remember doing this, I reached down and opened the top drawer underneath the counter. The silverware drawer. His keys were right there in the corner where he had swept them off the counter into the drawer.

None of that was working today. Dennis was getting more and more agitated. He was frantic. He was already on his way out of the door to get in the car and go back up into the woods to see if he’d lost his wallet somewhere along the way.

Except, something made him look under the dining room table. That’s where his wallet was. He’d probably tossed it onto the table, missed, and not noticed it had fallen. His pants, his shoes, and his socks were wet through. His jacket was soaked. He couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough, and that’s what happened.

So, he’s walked off down the street to get some ice cream. It was an ice cream kind of day.

Make time to open to Spirit. You don’t have to want or need anything; just in your mind, say, “I’m here.” Imagine what it is like to be open to Spirit. Prepare yourself by taking a deep breath in. Hold it for a few seconds and then let it go. Breathe in Spirit. Breathe in your ancestors. Breathe in who you were in your younger years. Breathe in beauty and calm. Breathe in love.

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