Signs of Life are Everywhere

Eleven months ago today my mother died in my presence. I felt her spirit leave her body. Her eyes stayed closed. She was at peace.

When I visited her graveside on her birthday, after my return from England, I felt at peace seeing the plaque completed with her year of death in addition to my father's.

Perhaps my sense of inner contentment relates to the knowledge deep within my soul that my parents are reunited and live in a spiritual dimension now.

When in England I observed many signs of life everywhere; of my Mom and my Dad.

I've already written about the Seven Sisters, and climbing them one month ago today, acknowledging one of my mother's seven sisters as I reached the crest of each of the seven cliffs.

On the 16th of May, the day after the ten month anniversary of my mother's death, I was on a hike which encompassed twelve miles of the 1066 Country Walk, retracing William the Conqueror's footsteps beginning at Pevensey Castle during the Norman invasion.

Pevensey Castle, 1066 Country

I have previously written about my father's ties to the Normans and Dover.

On the 1066 walk, in the long grass to my left, I noticed two pairs of ears topping the blades of green.

I exclaimed 'these must be rabbits', and one of the English hikers remarked that it must be 'hares', and that he had never seen one on this particular walk before.

In fact he acknowledged that he had not ever seen two hares at one time on any hike!!

I readied my camera and gingerly approached the direction of the pointed ears, when suddenly the pair bounded in sync before me so quickly that I had no time to react.

I stood and watched in amazement and awe as these magnificent creatures ran together in unison in a wide circle around us all and made their exit into places inaccessible by us, mere human mortals.

I have never seen a 'hare' before. Jack rabbits, rabbits and tiny bunnies, yes, but never a 'hare' and now I have seen a pair of them.

I felt their presence then.

The next day in Brighton, as my hiking group sat in a restaurant on the pier, I received a text message from my eldest daughter telling me about the dream from which she had just awakened.

My mother had visited her in the form of one of her seven sisters, and gave her a most wonderfully warm, solid, strong hug as she told her she wanted to get her 'hair' done.

I replied to my daughter recounting my experience with the pair of 'hares' on my 1066 hike the day before, and that I had climbed the Seven Sisters the day before that.

Yes, signs of life are everywhere . . .