WEAVING A TAPESTRY

by dahl2013

My mum died back in 2011, six days before her eighty-second birthday. There was some question as to whether she was suffering from some sort of mental health issue shortly before she died. I personally think that, unbeknown to her or my sister, she had suffered a numbered of minor strokes before the final ‘big’ stroke that took her onwards and upwards. This followed the most horrendous winter the UK had seen for many years; coastal Bridlington was frozen solid for four weeks. All the pipes were frozen and there was no running water during this time. My mum got herself in a real state about this lack of water. She was always very fastidious about personal hygiene and she felt that she was unable to keep up her high standards. This caused her to suffer from a slight depression around this time too.

Mum started talking about there being ‘threads’ in the attic. These ‘threads’ tied us all together she said. She talked about us being like an enormous tapestry, all woven together. My sister said at this stage that she thought our mum had, to quote, ‘gone bonkers’!

Three years later I read Anita Moorjani’s book, ‘Dying to be Me’ where she experiences an NDE (near death experience or episode). She says ‘I saw my life intricately woven into everything I’d known so far. My experience was like a single thread woven through the huge and completely colourful images of an infinite tapestry. All the other threads and colours represented my relationships, including every life I’d touched. There were threads representing my mother, my father, my brother, my husband, and every other person who’d ever come into my life, whether they related to me in a positive or a negative way’ and ‘Oh my, there’s even a thread for Billy, who bullied me as a child!’

I am now inclined to think that at some stage in her last few weeks, maybe during one of the small strokes she suffered prior to death, that mum had a sneak preview of what was to follow and that her preview contained similar visions to those experienced by Anita.

I believe that everyone enters our life for a reason, either positive or negative, but a reason nonetheless. There is always something to learn from everyone we meet and when we meet them, our lives become permanently and irrevocable entwined.

I have had some amazing ‘chance’ meetings since Rowan died. So many of these meetings have lead on to other more astonishing encounters.

I met a spiritual soul through my blog; a soul who could see spirit when she was young but had not seen anything for a good few years. She was diagnosed recently with cancer for the second time and has suddenly, once again been able to see spirit. I think this is awesome. Rowan has visited her twice along with another young friend. This young friend of Rowans, as she was passing, met the soul of a young boy who drowned in the same place as herself exactly one hundred and twenty two years earlier to the day. This wee boy is stuck somewhere between this plane and the next and our young friend is looking after him. We have been in contact with another gifted soul who can help those stuck to move into the light.

Through our various threads and weaving of them, we are now, each of us, helping in our own way to set this young boy on his path home. There is always a reason behind every casual meeting!

I have asked myself repeatedly ‘why did we come to Owaka’? The obvious answer being that we interviewed and were offered the job we applied for. I really don’t think that this was the true reason why we ended up here; I feel that it is as it should be – we were predestined to come here. The people who are in my life now were meant to be in my life. Everything on my journey is exactly as it should be at this moment in time.

A while ago I felt uncomfortable meeting new people; since Rowan died I had found it difficult mixing and talking with people. Now I look forward to meeting new people because I know that they are bringing with them some gift to help me on my journey.

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