Little Willow

Spirit hears you when you grieve.

When you reach out to the Universe for support, you are heard and offered the greatest love. Spirit will reach out to you in a personal way that only you might understand where no one else could make sense of what is revealed. This is true, whether you are in a place to recognize it or not. We all have the potential to let this love in, it is a matter of focused intention to listen for the signs, and there are plenty, always. Sometimes, though, we are not in a place to recognize those signs of love, simply because we are in the process of trying to make sense of our grief.

“Little Willow” is a story I have permission to share with you as an illustration of the truth that the Universe holds us with gentle hands as we walk along our journey. An extraordinary story of love.

I hope you find peace in this spirits story.

     Little Willow . . .

         Spirit,
           What can you tell me about that tree?

It’s a symbol of mourning
     Of grief
          But…

               Can’t you see?

There are fairies
     Who catch each teardrop

     They carry them in the palm of their hands
          Close to their hearts

          Not a single drop
               Touched the earth

You don’t know…

     But I know

         Each tear that fell
              Was filled with the most beautiful music

     Each,
          Part of a symphony of love
               Held out
                    For the world to hear

Silence?

     There was no silence

          There were trumpets
               And angels

               Harps and bells

                    Birds singing

                         Stars and …

 

Yes, Spirit? Stars?

Banners
     And flags

     Carpets rolled out

          A celebration
               Of the grandest proportion

          Didn’t you hear it?

No…

     I can see that now…

For in our sorrow
     Our senses focus so much
          On that which we perceive has been lost
               That all the magnificence
                    Can be hidden from our view

That’s why the fairies work with such diligence

     So that nothing is lost

And when you are ready
     They are waiting there for you
          To release the joy of your knowing

     So that you too, might see
          The glory of what you created
               In honour
                    Of the one you love

Lift up your eyes
     And search within the branches

          Can you see them there?

Allow the truth of their existence
     To nestle in your heart
          In that space
               Where the willow’s reflection fills you

     There
          That’s where you’ll find the one you love

Blue
     Fairy Sprite

          Looking at you
               From within her branches

                    She’s watching you still ~

     With love ~

~

I am a ‘Listener’. I open my heart to the Universe and offer myself as one who will bear witness to the stories of others to the Highest Good of All, in such a way that I become the vessel through which spirit shares the love waiting to be shared with an individual.

When PG and I connected through this site I glanced at her Fb page and came across this extraordinary picture of her tree. I was immediately filled with an expansive joy, so much so that I felt quite teary eyed, and so I commented on this to PG. I also said, rather shyly, that I could sense fairies in the tree.

Fairies, pshaw, you might say to yourself, but this story wasn’t about whether you, reader, believe in fairies or not, this was about that sign, that I referred to, that would make sense to PG. The idea of fairies brings great joy to PG. She feels a connection to their energy: I was simple able to witness, or recognize her truth as a visual/energetic knowing.

PG and I were equally overjoyed with the message spirit shared regarding her special tree. We agreed that the love in this message may be much bigger than the two of us so want to share with you, the exceptional love that PG created, without knowing, in the grief she felt over a loss. These were the words Spirit shared, through my passion of automatic writing, as an expression of love from the Universe, for my new friend.

With love and gratitude,
Catherine ~

PS As aside: PG did not mention the fairies to me until after she received this message and I inquired with her directly about it. I commented that I sensed something blue, a fairy, it seemed to me, who was draped in a deep blue colour and it was looking out between the branches with this colour in quite a distinct fashion. It was then that PG sent a second picture to me. That of a piece of driftwood she found on the beach a few years ago. She brought it home for her little willow, because for PG, this driftwood represented a fairy door – which she painted the deepest blue. Thank you, Spirit, for insisting that the signs of love be seen, in this way.

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