Life = Work + Play + Rest = Love

Recently sent this message via FB to a friend who lost her father about 5 years ago. I posted a private note about a dream involving my late mother, and girl friend replied, saying she misses her father so much and she’d be happy to see him even in her dreams.

I have this silly theory — the dead don’t communicate w/us through words. Vibrations and aura lang. So when we think fondly of them, we send off waves and colors their way, and they get it. When they communicate w/us, we feel loved. Smiling for no reason. Feeling light. That’s them loving us from beyond :) When your lovely princesses were born, they sent off amazing colors and waves of joy to your father. They know everything. :) Even your desire to kiss him has already happened for him. The desire alone is enough. Waves have been sent. :)