Have been receiving so many messages that tell me there is life in the midst of death. For example, the other night, I was out front in the wee hours of the night, I saw a Buck in the cemetery, not twenty feet away. Deer, among other things are symbols of fertility... Also, not long ago, I was walking through the nature preserve and I was praying my rosary. It was about 5:30 in the evening, the sun still bright in the sky. As I was praying; "Mother of God, pray for us now and at the hour of our death", I heard two owls strike up a conversation. I can't remember ever hearing two owls sing and call back and forth, up 'till now, I've only ever heard one at a time. Anyway, it's poignant, that line: "Mother of God, pray for us now and at the hour of our death". It might as well read; "Mommy, don't leave me, don't abandon me, I don't want to be alone at the hour of death"... Owls are, among other things, messengers of death and change. And to hear two calling back and forth as I prayed that line, it was a sign of assurance for me, that I am not praying alone, someone is praying with me.
These voices keep singing to me: do not despair, do not give up hope.- July 12, 2011
