Now Sheila and I did not have the same taste in music, and the song she chose is one that I do not particularly like, Rupert Holmes ‘Escape’, the 1980’s ‘Pina Colada’ song. In short, she loved it, I hate it.
A few weeks ago, she began popping into my head with her favorite song, simply singing the chorus in my head “If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain”. By the time the first verse is done, I know it’s her and am generally begging her to stop singing it. In truth, she is very clever. Using a song I don’t like, grabs my attention, like being stung by a hornet. I just want it to stop.
One night, after getting my full attention with her musical serenade, she told me she needed me to reach out to her daughter, and let her know how proud she was of her, and how she was watching over her. This was not a surprising statement, and made me aware of the fact that her daughter was really mourning her, at this moment in time. I reached out to my cousin, who is more of a niece, passing on my aunts message. This seemed to be sufficent for the moment.
It was not!
Sheila is opportunistic, and spends a lot of her time, trying to figure out the best way to reach out to people. Friends of hers have sent me videos and pictures with orbs in them, asking me if I think this could be Sheila. My answer is always yes, as I know her to be a ‘pushy’ Spirit. This is not a bad thing, simply a fact. If she wants you to know she’s around, she will keep at it, until you do.
About a week after she was serenading me in the car, she took advantage of the fact that I was going to be driving through the same town her daughter lived in, on my way to the airport. Normally, a trip to the airport would be a tight schedule, but our flight to Milwaukee (to teach Earth Magic) was an early morning one, so we planned to stay with friends in Boston, the night before. Which meant more time to be maneuvered by Spirit.
It has always been my belief, that getting there is half the fun. I love road trips, and the feeling of being slightly sleep deprived, and giddy. I love spontaneous stops along the way, to observe the beauty of nature, or the weirdness of little towns. Thankfully, so did my traveling companions, my sister Sandy and our ‘adopted’ sister Missy (who was driving Sandy and I to Boston). With this in mind we gave ourselves over to the fact, that there would be stops along the way, and they would most likely be led by Spirit, and Bessy; the genius locus/spirit of place, that is Missy’s vehicle.