Adventures at Rasa Ranch #2 (Kheyala)

[Guest guest]

Hi Kheyala,

You called this a "Memoir".

I would call it actual "presence".

 

I had an old friend make his transition and some months later he came

and sat with me on my old glider on my backyard and after a while as

I was looking at the sky, he suddenly got very, very large and

transparent and rose up filling the sky, and I can still hear his

astonished cry, "O My God, the universe is MADE of Love!"

 

So your father's "huge" presence seems very real to me.

 

John L.

 

, "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> 6/16/02 "A Father's Day Memoir"

>

> Driving to town with Jim and Ananda for a Father's Day dinner at

Maria's I glanced back to see Ananda peacefully looking out of the

window. I found myself reaching back to put my hand on her knee and

she responded by resting her hand naturally on top of mine. Then

suddenly flashing back 25 years ago, buckled into the backseat of my

parent's Oldsmobile, I saw my dad's furry arm reaching back for my

knee, only to be met with my own small hand landing softly on his.

>

> What startled me back to this Father's Day car ride to town was the

instant recognition of the intro to one of my dad's favorite songs on

the radio! The enchanting melody of Weekend in New England rushed

into my whole being like a big wave. My eyes filled with tears as I

felt the hugeness of my father's loving presence embracing all of us.

[Guest guest]

, "johnrloganis" <johnrloganis> wrote:

 

<snip>

> "O My God, the universe is MADE of Love!"

>

> So your father's "huge" presence seems very real to me.

>

> John L.

 

 

 

Woooooo! Goosebumps!!!!

 

Thanks, John

 

Love,

Kheyala

 

 

 

 

 

 

> , "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > 6/16/02 "A Father's Day Memoir"

> >

> > Driving to town with Jim and Ananda for a Father's Day dinner at

> Maria's I glanced back to see Ananda peacefully looking out of the

> window. I found myself reaching back to put my hand on her knee

and

> she responded by resting her hand naturally on top of mine. Then

> suddenly flashing back 25 years ago, buckled into the backseat of

my

> parent's Oldsmobile, I saw my dad's furry arm reaching back for my

> knee, only to be met with my own small hand landing softly on his.

> >

> > What startled me back to this Father's Day car ride to town was

the

> instant recognition of the intro to one of my dad's favorite songs

on

> the radio! The enchanting melody of Weekend in New England rushed

> into my whole being like a big wave. My eyes filled with tears as

I

> felt the hugeness of my father's loving presence embracing all of

us.