Spirit

I awoke sweating and moved the snuggley leopard blanket I had been gifted off my bare shoulder. Through the open window a cool breeze blew across my overheated body. Now that I am healing and feeling stronger daily I have begun to fill my calendar with activities once again. Dinner out, Father's Day barbeque, card making session, birthday celebration, doctor appointments, house showing tour (yes, I am working)-moments that create memories. I am restless because I agreed to retreat with Steve this week to the Olympic Penninsula where I find respit from the busyness and beauty from new surroundings that keep a slower pace, and I have over booked my calendar. Can I be somewhere else in spirit?
I think about the days immediately after my Mother departed this world and how I talked to her aloud and could feel her anwer me if I would just quiet myself and listen. Her spirit was still close by. I wondered how I would ever get beyond the hurt of being left behind.
I watched "Dream Girls" and last nite a documentary on Jimmy (I cannot even remember his name-help me out here) a spirited African American man who was just beginning to get some recognition for his songs in the late 60's, when his life was cut short in a car accident in Illinois. His blues songs are still being sung today by popular bands (similar to the dream girls who needed a pretty face, or white band to get their lyics out to the greater population). The spirit moves you. The spirit lives.