I need to write.

I have confirmation that all is well.

I have wings and I can fly,
I can go places.

I must write.

I can play the piano for solitude and meditation.

Today a string of connections were made while I was being read by a regular at work, who also happened to be psychic. We started to talk about Brian, and his urgency to have to place the guitar. It's good for his spirituality, and as my mother and I discussed later, it's what grounds him.

I have been dabbling in the idea of pianos and she picked up on that too. It's amazing how she picks up onthe innate good and relevant things that are important and significant in my life, and not all the irrelevant nonsense that sometimes clouds my mind. While our chakra's can get closed and confused and stressed up from certain thoughts in our minds, thoughts are merely thoughts and do not make up who we are.

We need to journal, I need to journal.

Argentina was mentioned and I said, without doubt 'that must  be my grandmother'. It came through so strong she couldn't listen to me babble on about Italy with Jeff, but rather said that there is confirmation from my grandmother. It was four years ago yesterday that she passed away.

I feel like I have been left with the closure I have so fondly craved.

Closure from Granny, and happiness for her life rather than sadness for not having her in my life.

I feel like she has blessed grandpa with (Gran) Joyce and there humble abode on Cook and Richardson. The lady totally was like, whose going to cook street and coming  back???

I now realize that all these connections were being made by Granny trying to get through to me.

Italy, Happiness, Piano's, Guitar's, Cook street, Argentina.

Once I clicked, I felt at peace and realized that was what it was all about.

And, I'm not going to be at the Hojo forever. Touche.

:)